In the Fog

In the Fog

Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 1, 2010

A form —
silver,
silent,
slipping away
into the mist
like a dream …

An image
a vision,
a shadow;
a creature …

anything is possible
in a landscape
white with moonglow.

Drifting
inside a cloud
shapes shift,
the familiar
becomes foreign,
seeing
is no longer
believing.

A friendly spirit
sliding across
the thin threshold
of a midnight
carpeted with stars
and scented
with early roses;

returning
for a momentary glance
at a beloved face;
yearning
to be remembered.

Revealed
in a heartbeat,
and vanishing
as quickly.

An image,
a vision,
a shadow,
a memory …

anything is possible
in a landscape
white with moonglow.

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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