Morning Fog by Helen Rogers

Diffuse light gliding,
Between dew-drenched, diamond-speckled webs,
Swaying in the gentle breeze.

Blurred lines and feathery softness,
Gossamer images suggested by moist watercolor,
Grays, greens and blues running together.

Illuminated threads cutting clouds of mist,
Blowing across the ground, dancing among tree limbs,
Vapors mingling, droplets imitating rain.

Shadows absent.
Reality suspended.
Worlds of liquid and light,
Spiral together.