fog and frost

In capes and mounds
fog rises from the ground,
imaginative ectoplasm
or melting frost

drips from the trees and gray
branches, bark or vines
or platelets left of night,
water frames red berries

And I breathe in
the thorned morning
And let out my own fog
quickly dissipating

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