Friday, March 11, 2011

morning pogonip

morning pogonip –
white fog flocks every surface
with fragile frosting

Early morning, frozen fog has turned the world white – soft white sky, white haze softening the outlines of trees, every limb etched in hoarfrost, ever dead leaf rimmed in rime, every dried wildflower flocked with fragile crystals. After sunrise the white veil is whisked away.

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