Alive
~~~
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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
ah, to commune and find ourselves in nature, so magic
Thank you, Beth!
You paint scenes so vividly with your words! 😍😍😍
Thanks, Kristian! ♥
Gorgeous prose. I feel the chilly misty air, the possibilities, and the stillness of nature at dawn.
Thanks, Bridgette! That is exactly what I was hoping to convey. You get me!