from a distance, in the fog,
i see the gauzy shadows of trees
and as i walk closer
their lines become more defined,
darker,
brighter,
more substantial–
coming in for a better look,
reaching to touch a crinkled leaf,
resting my forehead on the damp trunk
i take a breath of cold morning air
and watch the geese land on the water
spanishwoods 
A beautiful walk in the fog.
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Yes, it is. Thanks for stopping by Ruth.
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Well done. I feel the damp fog and smile.
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Thank you Sherry.
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I can still see few leaves hanging in there. Beautiful photo!
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They are still hanging on! Thank you…
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Beautiful. Photo and words.
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As always, I thank you Jodi.
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Thank you for taking us along on this winter walk, you gave us so many lovely images. I like the resting of your forehead on the damp trunk.
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The fog makes me feel a bit melancholy at times. Thank you for coming along with me on this post Jet.
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I love to walk in the fog and cold. There is something primal in the air. Something unseen that challenges survival. May your holidays be joyful. Gretchen
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You are absolutely right Gretchen. And I hope your holidays are happy ones as well.
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Absolutely beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely poem and photo. May the fog burn away. Merry Christmas!
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Thank you. And Merry Christmas to you!
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🙂
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🙂
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I wish you a beautiful new year. 🙂
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Thank you so much. The very same to you.
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You are most welcome and thank you too. 🙂
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Love this post. The image and the beautiful poem. Great work!
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Thank you so much.
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