Soft and watery she glides
cob-webbing my hair
and how did I live
devoid of her whiteness
eclipsing the joy I once could see
in crackling browns
and sopping greens
she ghosts the mountains
clothes leafed tangles
in purity
and mounds upon
each antlered tree
cloaking earth’s rough beauty
in sanctity.

Photo by Breanna Davies; do not copy