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    Misty River (Pictures)

    I haven't done any landscape shots for quite some time, but now with this beautiful early spring weather that we have right now, I couldn't resist.
    On Sunday morning, I left the house early when I saw the mist, hoping that the sun would soon break through. Turned out that it took a while, but in the end, it has been worth it.




















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    And here's one I took this morning at a little pond nearby:


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    Stunning... just stunning.

    Thank you, again, dear Kirsten! You have such a gift!

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    How gorgeous! I will be back later to write poems for them!
    I've Been Frosted

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    These are beautiful!
    Quote Originally Posted by Phesina
    Thank you, again, dear Kirsten! You have such a gift!
    Agree agree agree!
    Yikes! I've been Boo'd ... right off of the stage!
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    Only wraiths exist lurking in the early morning fog
    Ghosts of past lives and past regrets hover
    Just beyond our ken, our grasp
    Eyes strain to pick out anything solid
    But only immediate branches and trees
    Guard the mystery beyond arm's length
    And menace anyone who dares approach
    "Nothing is real," they whisper, with a clicking of branches
    "Danger beyond, retreat
    Lest those that lurk within
    Devour you whole
    As they have the world beyond the hedgerow ...."
    I've Been Frosted

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    Beautiful, as always. Especially liked the mirrored reflections in #8 and 9.

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    Thank you everyone.

    Wow, Karen, such a great poem; once again, you found beautiful words to capture the mood of that place!

    Freckles, those are my favourites also. :-)

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    Your photo's are beautiful and wonderful as usual.


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    "I've been frosted."

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    Dew highlights every strand
    Of the spider's intricately woven web
    Giving more substance to the trap
    Making it sparkle like strings of jewels
    In the early morning light

    The silhouettes of seedpods and stems
    Like cast iron work from an Art Nouveau era
    Appear more substantial, in death
    And more permanent and strong
    Stalwart against this mist
    Like the bones of a long burned out ruin

    Hold your breath
    Do not disturb
    The worshipful silence of
    A misty grey morning
    And the cathedral hush of
    Undisturbed air

    Fix it in your mind's eye
    Engrave upon your memory
    This moment in time
    And back quietly away
    I've Been Frosted

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    These are beautiful, yet somewhat eerie....love them.
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    Islands float on still water
    Reflection almost as real as the land
    Distant shores are lost in the mist
    And one can see quite clearly
    How legends of islands floating in the sky
    Above distant lands, in hidden valleys
    Came to be told
    And of the naiads and water nymphs
    Pixies and spirits that seem to float
    Just out of the mind's eye
    In the space between reality and the fog
    Intangible but if you are quiet
    You'll hear them whisper of treasures to be found
    Beneath this still surface
    I've Been Frosted

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    Beautiful poems, Karen, it's like entering a fairytale world. Thank you for that!

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    Absolutely beautiful!
    Randi



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    Last summer's blossoms, frozen and still
    Covered with dew that catches the spring light
    And gives them one last touch of beauty
    As winter relinquishes its hold on the land

    Stems starkly silhouetted against
    The mist-covered clouded air
    Seem more substantial
    Than the frail husks of seasons past
    They have appeared all winter,
    Mournfully fragile against the bitter ice and snow

    The stark sun, sharp enough
    To shine through mist and rain
    Lights every dead seed husk,
    Every fragile corpse of leaf,
    Every blade of grasses past
    Into sparking gems for one last, brief
    Glorious moment

    Look, traveler, and marvel at the fleeting beauty
    Of winter's death in the northern climes
    I've Been Frosted

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