Pale pearl mist rising.
Smokey ghosts of last year's
ducks and dragonflies
float an apparition's hazy cloud
above the frozen pond.
They crowd the sky,
this foggy chimera,
full of flitting phantom wings and quacks
gravid and hovering.


Dawn creeps reconnaissance
wearing gay rose streamers in her hair...
Slipping through night's weary blue defenses.


Trees crack timpani
wooden shots firing oaken echoes
in the early morning cold.
Brittle weeds snap,
crunching
random acts under my boots,
As I walk, bemused
in the crisp morning air..




 

Lea (Leaway56@aol.com)

 

 

 




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A foggy morning at Moosehead Lake, Maine.


The midi is "Winds Of Time".