Thursday, January 9, 2014

mist ...

fog shrouds the bay
sun, rising behind the mist
a white moon in the morning sky
cars crossing the bridge
unseen
ghostly travelers
walking silently in the field
a startled bird flies out of the weeds
disappearing ...
... into the mist

2 comments:

  1. Peaceful, and beautiful. Thank you. Was the bird or you more startled?

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    1. I think it was the bird actually. I've gotten used to them flying out of the weeds when Trooper is running.

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