Rushing water sound
Of frothy billowing stream
Cutting through silence.

Ghost trees in the mist
Hang softly from the thick sky;
Below--rushing streams.

Car fumes in the air
Linger long after the car.
Inside, t.v. glows.












Tumbling down the rocks
Water races to its source
Beyond sight and sound.

Blue gray morning mist
Surrounds the trees in the woods:
A cloud come to earth.












Hidden bend ahead
Cloaked in the thick morning mist
Clears as I approach.

Slender hanging branch
Dances as it touches stream
Racing under ice.

Lying on the ice sheet--
Plastic covered newspapers.
They are not slipping.