Rain drop drip,
mist pale
as starving
white ghosts
clings
to tree limbs,
deck railing,
undergrowth.
A world
lightly glazed
or frosted
like a wedding cake
catered by God.
What secrets
this valley
whispers
through the damp
morning chill.
Cherokees,
long hunters,
dirt farmers,
lost hippies.
Listen closely and
the land speaks
their spirit stories.
In this drifting mist
their insubstantial
shades seek
to live again.
Actions of the heart,
lives of the past:
Nothing
the world
has known
is ever
completely
lost.
- mce
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Rain drop drip,
mist pale
as starving
white ghosts
clings
to tree limbs,
deck railing,
undergrowth.
A world
lightly glazed
or frosted
like a wedding cake
catered by God.
What secrets
this valley
whispers
through the damp
morning chill.
Cherokees,
long hunters,
dirt farmers,
lost hippies.
Listen closely and
the land speaks
their spirit stories.
In this drifting mist
their insubstantial
shades seek
to live again.
Actions of the heart,
lives of the past:
Nothing
the world
has known
is ever
completely
lost.
- mce
A mysterious place, Tennessee.
