Fogburst This morning we awoke to fogbound winter – leafless trees of onyx encased in hoarfrost, having formed overnight from our natural world – visibility a dreamy residue of sleep. An hour later the burn-off commences: Soundless symphony of mist and steam hovering round the melting branches; the clear ice, now become water, clean and pure, dripping onto the snow below; blue sky and sun appearing here, and there, I stand, drinking a mug of honey-infused tea, an accidental witness to the unseen longing of this bespoke universe.
M F Drummy is the author of numerous articles, essays, reviews, haiku, poetry, and a monograph (Being and Earth). His work has appeared or will appear in 3 Sisters, Mayfly, The Mainichi Daily Express, Worldviews, Connecticut Review, Shamrock, Sciences Religieuses, Eunoia Review, Sacred Heart University Review, Frogpond, and Allium. He and his wife of nearly 20 years enjoy splitting their time between the Colorado Rockies and the rest of the planet.
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