For months, the (almost) omnipresent mist has been drawing our eyes to the microcosm…
Mist absorbs the view
Nearby plants shine the brighter
This is their show-time.
(31/12/11)
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It rains, it clears, it drains away, immediately it rains again.
Streams, then paths, now streams,
constant mutability:
Dips, lakes, coombs, ponds, sinks.
(24/12/11)
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Silence in the woods, but, high above, the tree tops are dancing to their own music.
Calamitously,
treetops collide with deep groans.
A moss-hung moshpit.
(17/12/11)
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So much moisture, light rain, drizzle, mizzle, mist, fog…wetness…Breathy plumes hang over the dripping woods.
Mist wraiths congregate
Wispily they defy breeze
The woods are breathing.
(10/12/11)
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A clear spell after plenty of rain. Full-blown Winter.
Shivering mirrors
shimmer bare-branched images
in copper-leafed frames.
(03/12/11)