Evening Walk, January 24, 2012.

Winding my way on back roads
through woods I’ve seldom seen.
Black fingers of fog hold fast the night
and wrap it around me.

Anti-sky.
Anti-sound.
Anti-reality.

Through my open window time flows
into the misty world of trees.
– Heather Coton, 2000

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