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