Morning Battle
The fog moves with confidence over the river
slowly swallowing the horizon
a lone crow laughs
a lone crow laughs
the cedars, tall, motionless, a wait
the disappearing world
carefully, tentatively, surely,
the sun penetrates like a sharp knife
relenting, the fog surrenders
the trees wave their finger tips slightly
nature's dance is just beginning
2 comments:
The moves and the final surrender of the fog, the victory of the sun, the awaiting and then rejoicing trees - beautiful!!
Such a powerful, vivid description of a "morning battle" in Nature in just a few lines!
Thank you Duta,
Nature is filled with encouragement and inspiration.
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