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
The moves and the final surrender of the fog, the victory of the sun, the awaiting and then rejoicing trees - beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful, vivid description of a "morning battle" in Nature in just a few lines!
Thank you Duta,
ReplyDeleteNature is filled with encouragement and inspiration.