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.
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.