I am in middle of naked trees
wrap by thick fog and misting
silvery drops cling to branches
like diamonds; I reach with my
lips to taste; cold, quenching
thirst; as geese fly overhead
towards neighboring lake to swim
I look up wondering if sky came
to kiss my face this early morn
as space queen whispers my ears
I laugh, feeling am home again
berries shed their leaves, feeding
sweetness from winter cared ground
me feeding my soul from far away
lips that bubbles words of wisdom
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