IV
early morning fog holds the curves
of the trees and fields
the road turns, loping ahead of me
down under the stone bridge to the highway
there is comfort in the billowing half-light
details are blurred and softened
fences and sleeping doves
ponies and creeks
hawks and telephone wires
stones and church steeples
neighbours and stop signs
hard lines drawn by shadows and sunlight
erased by a gentle misted hand
breath let go after long being held
stillness assures the moment’s presence
as I pass through
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©2010
Leigh-Anne Tyson
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