Morning Mist
Early Morning on the Everglades Sawgrass Prairie
Blanket of gauze
lay upon me,
sooth me.
Gentle breath
cleanse me,
refresh me.
Fog fingers
caress me,
before you go.
For scorching rays
will come
to sap me.
Harsh winds
wait
with cruel whip.
Yet, the memory
of your kiss
sustains me.
And I know
you will
return.
Morning Fog Gently Laid on Spiderweb and Sedge
Note: On my early morning visits to the Everglades, I always look for fog. When I see it hugging the lowlands excitement wells up within me, for fog brings a mysterious beauty to all that it touches and a challenge to capture its wistful essence.
What spectacular images of light cracking the shadowy sky to illuminate the mist-shrouded earth below. Just as light comes and goes, with promise always to return, your words fly in perfect sync with the landscape.