
fog through the window
shows vanity of plumbing
the depths of a soul

fog through the window
shows vanity of plumbing
the depths of a soul

pointing signs one way
not helpful to those hiking
the opposite way

fog in the morning
clarity by afternoon
the sun sets too soon

the wind on my face
pushing waves across the pond
a breath of heaven

whether blooms or seeds
everything has its mode
beauty and purpose