Traveling South

As promised, here are a few glimpses from the passenger window.

Stark white fingers grasp
at mist-bound shadows on high–
Sycamores in fog

Pleated fields gone gray
while waiting for the sun’s rays
to color them green

Water finds its way
through a web of crevices
in cold stone armor

The sun’s white fingers
stretch downward to rain-soaked earth–
Mercy lights the day

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