mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
mysteries gather
in the misty woods
awaiting sunlight’s unveiling
We’re socked in this morning. Can’t see the river. Love the parchment leaves on the beech trees. We see a lot here in the understory. Have you read “A Walk in the Woods” by David M Carroll about where you live?
ooh, so much going on here –
I meant “Following the Water” by David M Carroll! Oops…
Very cool
Very Japanese or Zen
The combination of vertical and horizontal lines is pleasing. The branches create the illusion of a worn, wire fence above the rock wall.
I love the stillness.
Very lightly ethereal and earthy at the same time – the rocks, the fog, the yellow leaves. A crooked trunk and a straight one. I love it.
The mist of fog put a veil to my imagination and I am blessed to be in blur.