Misty Morn
Fog cozies up to the river
like soft bedclothes
giving precious moments of calm
before the light descends.
No garish color’s allowed here
no heron’s squawk
only the gentle hum-dum
of a Cracker’s fishing boat.
It’s a sacred time
when the cypress forest
breathes softly
over wings of Spanish moss.
But the mounting sun
has his way
and mist’s veil must part
to reveal the glories of another day.
Note: This photo was taken on Dunn’s Creek, a meandering river between Crescent Lake and the St. John’s River in northeastern Florida. The small boat you see disappearing in the distance carries life-long resident Billie and his brother on a quest for catfish. Crescent Lake is a hot place to fish. If you like to fish, this article might interest you.
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very nice photo!
Powerful photo, Karen. You captured the moment and the culture.
Eric
Thank you so much, Eric. Coming from you, that’s quite a compliment.
Mrs Karen this was powerful to me it just calm me an just makes me smile more i love this poem i needed that…..
Neat place, Dunn’s Creek. I think you would like it.