The early morning mist

The early morning mist moves in slowly
as the sun rises.
Snow Egrets fill the sky in flocks,
a few fly alone flapping their wings with vigor.
A pale blue sky lets itself be seen in patches,
the mist turning a peach color around them.
I look up and feel the coolness of the air.
I smile as tears form in my eyes.
I dive into the immensity of it all,
loneliness and silence merging effortlessly.

Kenza.

After the afternoon thunderstorm

After the afternoon thunderstorm,
evening arrives accompanied by the coolness of autumn.
In the west, the sun dives into fiery clouds filled with rain and light.
In the east, the moon rises ever so slowly, silver against blue.
Wrapped in a shawl, I stand between the two,
listening to the flock of Snowy Egrets soaked in colors,
flying south for the night.

Kenza.