Morning Fog

Morning Fog

Morning fog at Shadow Lake in Grand Junction, Colorado

Mystery

Like trees in fog
past urgencies
blur into dreams,
I stand on the shore
of this moment
and nothing is as
important as the sound
of wavelets lapping on the pier,
the feel of rounded stones
under my shoes,
and this still view
of trees in fog.

Linda Armstrong (12/2/08)
for other poems, see the collection
“Early Tigers”, Bellowing Ark Press, Shoreline, WA , 1995