white wispy clouds moving swiftly overhead
white gravestones in the cemetery across the road
white family church peeking out of a blaze of autumn glory
week four of the thirteen weeks of autumn
the solstice to solstice project with urban.prairie.forest
response to week twelve of the thirteen weeks of summer
the solstice to solstice project with Sarah Jean at urban.prairie.forest
The sun rose on fields
snow blown and misted
ghostly swirls and dervishes.
No fog this–––
for fog simply lies.
No–––this was living
as it arched and twisted,
fingering out to the road
and reaching for me
like the shade of a beloved friend.
There was white inside,
trying to seep out of pores,
I felt it strain
trying to mesh and meld
with this sentient wraith
fingers touching
joining
and suddenly
I am the morning mist
dancing in the crystal air.
‘Reaching for White’ by Lisa Shields
response to week 10 of the solstice to solstice project
with urban.prairie.forest
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