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Monday, December 28, 2009

Fog

Foggy forest covered in a misty curtain,
its trees like silent medieval guardians.
Water diamonded spider webs
are strung between knotted limbs.
Colorful foliage now painted in a
palette of black and white.

Daydreams wrapped in opaque blankets
surround the dreamer who ventures
out in the predawn haze,
steps muffled in the ghostlike silence.

Through the murk shadowed shapes
pass on their way to greet morning,
quiet companions in a world not yet awake.

Anticipating its cue from Mother Nature
the sun waits offstage to make its appearance,
but with all its shining it can not
break through the veil until the vapor
takes its bow and exits nature’s theater.

1 comments :

LARRY said...

Soar thru the mist my butterfly and into the light that will shine on your path.....Luv You .....LARRY

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