Trees Soaked in White

Trees Soaked in White  



Watching a tiny lake’s waterfall,

Water rushing onto rocks below

As mist rose and hid above,

 

I sensed presences in the mist

Rising quickly here, a whisper there,

disappearing into one fog so rich

The trees were soaked in white.

 

With hushed voices a little boat and I skimmed slowly seeking solitude

disappearing into the white.  Then, the little boat and I could breathe.

 

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