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Saturday, January 12, 2013

A Fog Descending


 
A fog descending
Obscures the distant mountain;
Mist is everywhere.

 

Blend of white and gray
Envelopes the woods outside;
Drips fall from the eaves.


 Mist swallows up sound;
Barn is hidden in a cloud;
A child's paradise.



The geese are quiet;
Crow sits on top of a tree;
Moment of prayer.



An abandoned sign
Lies under the dirty snow.
(I know its message).



A drop of water
Hanging from the slender branch
Resists the grayness.



The woods are singing,
A high pitched spirit siren
Pierces the stillness.



The road is empty;
Hollow plane sound in the sky;
Pickup truck roars past.



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