Missing in the mist,
leafless treetops;
mist on the move,
creeping clouds:
wetting the fur
of pussy-willows
wiping their silvery noses
with each other's paws
in the breeze;
mist draping majestically over
the Great Blue Heron,
and rolling down
the mated geese;
mist dripping into ripples
on the gray pond;
or is new life
churning up from below,
beneath the beavered trees?
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