Fog on the pond
Fog on the river
somewhere hidden away
rising
New Leaves
I heard a rush of air in the trees beyond.
I tracked its direction as it came closer
where I felt spring
gather and flow past me
and then an applause rang out
in the flutter of new leaves.
Well kept secrets are the seeds of intuition.
forest flood
flood
cracks in the ice
ice on the Mississippi
stream
locked away in a tower
The old way across
Mississippi River just north of St Louis
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