Mist hangs like a veil

Over water dead still

Teasing the vision

With ghosts in gray

Dawn has yet to shimmer

In places this low


Dew licks the leaves

Condensing and damp

As nature drinks the air

Drops drip to young below

The scent of decay

Rises from the floor


Nothing stirs

Silence weighs heavy

No song of breeze

No crescendo of life

Just an unseen clock

Ticking to nowhere


Moments stretch like taffy

Sugary sweet and long

Stillness pervades the spirit

Each breath a connection

Exhaling the heart

And nourishing the soul


It is here, always will be

The most ancient of things

Strongest in its frailty

Unburdened of future

We touch the holy

And we feel alive


6 Responses to “Alive”
  1. beth says:

    ah, to commune and find ourselves in nature, so magic

  2. kristianw84 says:

    You paint scenes so vividly with your words! 😍😍😍

  3. Bridgette says:

    Gorgeous prose. I feel the chilly misty air, the possibilities, and the stillness of nature at dawn.

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