…just a plain poem
Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees
Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?
Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way
Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces
Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?
Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?
Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush
Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought
Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free
Dusk
Off Center & Not Even 
Wonderful poem and beautiful misty photos.
Thanks, Michele.
Lovely!!
I hope to someday use your photos as art inspiration.
A sight for sore eyes indeed… Lovely
Almost looks worth getting up so early.
Definitely is worth the early rise. Thanks, Brad.
Wow Tim, beautiful poetry and the photos to accompany your words are just perfect!
Thanks, Tiffany.
Gorgeous and dreamy photos that add that extra je ne sais quoi to your beautiful poem. Bravo!
Thanks, Dale.
Tim, I really like the pictures here complimenting your journey all along the way. Enjoyed this picture-perfect poem.
Thanks, Bruce.
I love your poem! And you’ve outdone yourself with the photos.
Thanks, Liz. Sometimes a brain freeze can be productive.
You’re welcome, Tim.
Dreamy photos to accompany a dreamy poem!! Great work, Tim! ✍🏼💓
Thanks, Samantha.
I like your poem and accompanying photos, misty dawn to dusk with all the color changes.
Thanks, Lavinia. Wrote the poem on the walk. Slow walk that morning.
Beautiful images and poetry Tim.
Special, thank you! xx
You are welcome, Resa. Thank you!
Your poem is beautiful, as are you photographs. Fog makes everything a bit mysterious.
Fog is especially misterious out here. Thanks, Robbie.
Yes, I can imagine. Quite eerie
Clever you! Great poetry and super dreamy pics Tim …
Thanks, Julie.