Soft fog of light

soft fog of light
and tree sense

mist uncurls
and forms again

a branch in
grey silver
seems to die

moon sets


my heart

in the fresh snap
of pine

forms again

Another poem inspired by the enigmatic Loch Voil in Scotland.

3 thoughts on “Soft fog of light

  1. I like the “fresh snap of pine” – it made my nostrils twitch in appreciation – as a contrast to the ethereal greys and silvers of the earlier lines. And here today at Brora we have solid slaty rain…

    • Thank you, I had a similar nostril twitch when I wrote it, and in fact when I walked among the pines at Dhanakosa, on a grey and foggy day. Hope the sun peeks in to you soon at Brora.

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