Mirage at Midnight
Unfamiliar darkness on a familiar country road
Where the pine trees provide shade in the August sun
Now lonely and deserted, eerily silent.
A mirage—an optical phenomenon—occurs.
The grass, summer green in soft daylight,
Now white in the headlights,
The silvery dew like summer hail
Beneath pine branches edged in white lace.
Snowstorm’s beauty, summer night’s winter mirage.
Illusion almost missed without this
Midnight ride between fear and security.
Nature once again balancing reality with what could be.
© Barbara Flass 2011