By: Lisa Shields
The sun rose on fields
snow blown and misted
ghostly swirls and dervishes.
No fog this---
for fog simply lies.
No---this was living
as it arched and twisted,
fingering out to the road
and reaching for me
like the shade of a beloved friend.
There was white inside,
trying to seep out of pores,
I felt it strain
trying to mesh and meld
with this sentient wraith
fingers touching
joining
and suddenly
I am the morning mist
dancing in the crystal air.
©2006 Lisa Shields
Daily Quote: "The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention."
~Oscar Wilde
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: conocimiento / noun / knowledge
- No tenía conocimiento de la existencia de esa cuenta bancaria.
He didn’t know about the existence of that bank account.
- Tengo algunos conocimientos musicales.
I have some knowledge of music.
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