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
uncurling

unseen

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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