Trees Love Fog

View On Black -- I think it does look better.

 

Such strength and solidity and stability.

 

Thank you BIRD. for this wonderful poem.

 

draped in fog

filtering the sharp light

a moment forever

still shapeless

a challenge

slightly uneasy

it clings like a royal cloak

fitting the shoulders of the trees

hiding something behind

a moment unseen

hidden even from memory

breath comes slowly

a mist itself

a part of you

moving across the land

moving without ethereal aid

revealing in soft relief

muted shadows

the hidden

joining flawlessly

a network connection

personal search engine

without a word

you are there

BIRD

Poem Copyright

©2008 Frederick D. Perry, All Rights Reserved

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