Tuesday, July 13, 2010

the foggy fields

waking early on a foggy morning.
light floats inside each droplet.


everything holds its own patina of moisture.

come on, let's follow this path.


once past its welcoming opening, you enter the foggy fields.


the brighter edges of birdsong are softened in the cool wet air
the crows welcoming calls lose their raspy edge


colours are gentler


thoughts are kinder

10 comments:

Pauline said...

coming here every day to read is a kind of meditation - thank you for sharing the beauty you see and feel

willow said...

A patina of moisture. ((sigh)) I love the way you think.

acornmoon said...

Hope all is well, t is rather misty/moisty here also.

Elisabeth said...

I can all but feel the cool moisture, Steven. You take us there into the half light and damp.

ellen abbott said...

We often wake up to fog over the fields here. It's so soft and muted.

Linda Sue said...

Oh sigh...such a refreshing little stroll with you- how welcoming, how nurturing- sigh....

Okie said...

gorgeous...just gorgeous

Kay said...

what a lovely meanander along the paths with you....its kinda overcast here today too...have a peaceful evening steven...x

Paul C said...

One foggy day recently I spotted a deer within 100 feet. We stared at each other calmly for several minutes before he walked away. So true about calm.

Golden West said...

What a lovely walk - thanks for taking us along!