“Mist” by Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 


Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only purfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men’s fields!

Henry David Thoreau

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“In Shadow Of Winter” by L. K. Thayer

my bright ghost

of shadow and light

let our shadows come together

and dance across water’s edge

give the shore a lap dance

a dance for more than a dime

time will tell

our future’s bending grace

it wait’s for no one

will our lover’s knot

come undone

our shadows hands clasp

outstretched clinging to

the voice

that keeps whispering

take a chance

L. K. Thayer

© 2011