Ground fog hovers over
the tawny meadow below
An enigmatic stillness abides,
so quietly, I hearken
the mushroom’s sighs ~
A heavy dew gathers,
cleansing away
the dampening loam
atop their caps
The barren creek bed’s
meandering trickle,
awakens my soul’s revival
reuniting with nature,
stemming the tide
of winter’s solitude
June 2026 — harlon rivers