Xylophone leaves of autumn
In the morning fog as
thick and white as cream,
distance dissolves.
A strange illumination,
neither light nor darkness,
fills the air.
An intimacy of being....
wherever I stand is only here.
Beyond me is no there;
only the pale opaque of air
muffling the silent world.
From the grey looming trees tinkles
the fogdrip from fingers of branches.
High bright tones,
tuning the xylophone leaves of autumn.
(c) A Mc N
thick and white as cream,
distance dissolves.
A strange illumination,
neither light nor darkness,
fills the air.
An intimacy of being....
wherever I stand is only here.
Beyond me is no there;
only the pale opaque of air
muffling the silent world.
From the grey looming trees tinkles
the fogdrip from fingers of branches.
High bright tones,
tuning the xylophone leaves of autumn.
(c) A Mc N
posted by alistair mcnaught at 9:56 PM
1 Comments:
Such beautiful description! :-)
You have captured fog so well. I was standing there surrounded by it as I read, immersed in the world your words created.
Wonderful writing as always Alistair it was a delight to read. Thank you for sharing it. :-)
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