Walking a Shrouded Shore
Walking a Shrouded Shore
Today the Great Lake is small,
A mere pond for all that one can see,
Its vastness shrunken by a veil of mist
Just offshore.
Interesting stuff, fog:
Water wanting to become air,
And ending-up neither.
But, before one’s eyes,
Changing all it envelops.
Shape-shifting illusions
In a whisper of wind.
Boot tracks in the sand.
Is that a man up ahead?
No...a ghostly tree.
Is that land offshore?
No...a swirling island of vapor.
What is that floating in the murk?
A lone gull marks where, in this hazy world,
The fog ends and the water begins.
Even fiery old Solius is shrouded today,
Cloaked in a sodden grey robe.
We know his flames will prevail in the end.
Though now, before air becomes just air again,
His misty sister rules the shore.
One of my favorite places on earth!
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