Life With Horace

poetry & essays

tree in the pasture, Jon Katz 2014

dancer in the mist

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I stand alone, counting time
wrapped in the kiss of fog,
sensing but not seeing
others of my kind
waiting, shouldered, upright
at the edges of this pasture

I dream in solitude, aching
for the touch of other roots
however faint, to feel
earth’s water flow to
reaching deep dug tendrils
of my kindred in the woods

I dance in secret, moving
with prevailing winds,
my branching shape their echo,
but in summer dark or autumn mist,
the sounds of crickets, calls of flying geese,
lend their beat to summon ecstasy
as I sway until the dawn

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the tree in this photo seemed to move in place.
photograph by Jon Katz, copyright © 2014,
used with permission.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

5 thoughts on “dancer in the mist

  1. So beautifully vivid is this dancer …even in the mist. The emotions are gracefully limned and amazingly worded. Love this.

    Stay Blessed!

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  2. I love the silhouetted tree.

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  3. I do too, it was taken by Jon Katz.

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