In the silent sanctuary of a misty morning
a lone juniper stands beyond our window
on the shoreline of Four Mile Pond
Spring wraps her fog around burgeoning new needles
and the ancient silent stones who accompany her
A robin bounds from a branch unto the silky, moist grass
Solo
A loon paints a gentle stroke in still, cool water;
glides and dips in her morning swim
as this vignette of fog tenderizes the hurt edges of my heart
in a comforting blanket of spirit
SkyHeart