The following is some of what must be said:
Ambleside Fog (after photograph by Jason Cyr 11/02)
Under eerie darkened skies
she creeps
spinning her web of sweet deception
alone; she sees
the dawn of each new day’s reward.
The blades of grass left short by independent means,
left undisturbed by all but
fairy wings that flutter through as
whimsical lyrics, visible to only artists, paramours and thieves.
Her arias sweep away their misty past acquaintances,
and eye the stormy air ahead. She waits (as cats lives everlasting)
to dream and feel refreshed as warmth returns
her to her fabled resting place.
Among the clouds, she drifts for yet another chance
to live, to venture forth, to know her own existence.
[(c) 2002]
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