Enshrouded,
we find ourselves
back up and in the clouds.
Here--
thoughts can drift
to days past
to dreams ahead...
suspending time;
encapsulated
elongated
and syncopated,
punctuating each minute
with the mist.
Apparition hangs
over the shoulder like an
icy vaporous shawl
and waits like a prayer
around every corner.
The bare branches against that mist - so beautiful. Your words are lovely, too, lg.
ReplyDeleteMist is just like that - a time apart...a time to contemplate. Beautiful, lg. Both words and images.
ReplyDeleteI love the misty shots which illustrate the beauty of the mountains even during this dreary weather.
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