Loch Voil, Scotland

soft fog of light
envelops the lake

a branch in
silver water
seems to die

as mist uncurls
and forms again

moon sets
unseen

my heart

hidden

pines

forms again

This poem was inspired by watching the silver, ethereal surface of the lake known as Loch Voil in the fog and mist.

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