things aren't always as they seem


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I offer you one of my poems.

One tree in a dense fog


Fog envelopes me, lading my eyelashes with water drops
The coyotes’ howling disperses around me, the direction veiled, the distance masked
Into the wall of darkened light I walk
Wondering if the fog is friend or foe

Postaday2011 #290


Author: Tresha Barger

Writer (blogs, humor, short stories, poetry) and artist (miniature art quilts, watercolor paintings, soft sculpture dolls)

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