Fog Lake...

A blue fog covers the valley below me
     cold winter lake risen from the river's warmth
moving too quickly to freeze, over silver-sheened rocks in the shallows
     with frozen platforms among the eddies
where layer upon layer is rising in the moonlight
     and melting with the sunlight in diamond droplets
from sky blue sheets of compacted snow
     etched by the river's flow...

A mantle of clouds surrounds the horizon,
     a billowing shawl that doesn't warm at all
as the temperature continues to fall
     settling on the porch and at my feet

As the sun's warmth dissipates the translucence
     the distant shoreline recreates itself,
with new contours appearing as the foggy tide recedes,
     slowly, eventually revealing the highway
that by the winding river speeds
     It is then i take a step lower on the porch steps,
for there are some things i don't wish to see...

Trees, with limbs outstretched in the air
     as if about to kneel in prayer
to glorify the vision seen
     and asking the meaning of this dream
Once again i stand and stare
     caught within a moment, lost
and not caring where...