Misty River (Pictures)

[Kirsten]

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.

[Kirsten]

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

[phesina]

Stunning... just stunning.

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

[Karen]

How gorgeous! I will be back later to write poems for them!

[cassiesmom]

These are beautiful!

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

Agree agree agree!

[Karen]

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 ...."

[Freckles]

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

[Kirsten]

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. :-)

[redbird]

Your photo's are beautiful and wonderful as usual.

[Karen]

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

[Alysser]

These are beautiful, yet somewhat eerie....love them.

[Karen]

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

[Kirsten]

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

[Randi]

Absolutely beautiful!

[Karen]

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