There is nothing

There is nothing

Worth losing to fear

Even the darkest night is intimate

Tinged with the shadow

Of daylight

When the gold of dry leaves

Is more than a signal

Of winter

But a precious reminder

Of summer

When colours bloom

With the certainty

Of their true bounty

I have walked

In the blind

For too long

When a cool breeze

Has chilled bone

With its message of goodbye

I choose to ignore

The call

I am worthy of the journey

Into night

When beauty

Is shrouded in darkness

The grasp of life

Is to attend

Nuance means more than

A subtle shade

An expression

Of difference

I may walk alone

But recognition

Of connection

Is greater

Than the comfort

Of the familiar

When with each new

Imperfect step

Into the grey

The heft of night

Becomes a little lighter

The path

No longer as steeply pitched

An innate fear of falling

Replaced

By an indistinct and

Elusive spirit

Of anticipation.