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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Like Tears Suspended

Mysterious fog
Has descended through the trees
Touching them softly.



The mountain has gone
Leaving a thick wall of gray--
Soft but determined.


Wind blows up the road
Sweeping mist from the white field.
Geese honk in their house.


The ragged tree stump
Made vivid in its wetness,
Seems to come alive.




Beacons through the mist--
Two lights break through the thick gray;
A car rolls towards me.

Hanging from branches
Crystalline globes of water,
Like tears suspended.


Breaking through the fog
Bright black and yellow fingers
Try to point the way.


Milky fog on road
Eludes me as I approach;
Laughing wind  in woods.



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