The fog slips heavy through the hills
Peaceable river gently flows,
mirror meandering through the woods
Reminds me of you, once more.
Like river, we skirt certain issues
that nobody else seems to see;
disguised like the fog, in thick camouflage,
burying feelings, burying thoughts
as current turns past, silently
© Ginny Brannan January 2012
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, TheMag--she provides image, we provide story! Sharing at The Mag #98
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