The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It has a body-has a spirit-is organic-and fluid to the influence of its spirit-and to whatever particle of that spirit is within me.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Fog
A foggy dew
drippy
kind of morning
where the air
is cool enough
that you can feel the breeze
on the tip of the nose
but warm enough
where a sweater will suffice...
With nuthatch, titmouse, chickadee and cardinal
busily doing
what they need to do.
Okay, yes, I will sit here a bit longer.
Medicine
Fog in the morning.
Busy birds all day.
Squirrels.
Together
Fog
hugs the earth
this morning
while water droplets
hung on leaves
gather together and
drip to the ground.
Each day
the view
through the forest
becomes
more
transparent.
