amphibi.us

Thick mist blew in from the lake
dense; a funeral shroud-opaque,
Vision shrunk as stillness distilled.

Erie feelings shouted, bouncing
between awe and fear.

Looking for the my old friend –the
cherry tree; mist blinded my view.
The white cloak obscured every
thing.

Rays of sunshine stabbed through.
Light fell on the old my old friend.
now myriads of shining diamonds;
fog distilled on its branches.

Sequins glistened in the
sun; erratic branches now thrust
to the sky in bizarre symmetry.
That rough old tree was now
resplendent,

© Mike Berger, 2010

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