There’s a scientific explanation
for the mist rising
from the glassy ponds
along my morning commute
then there’s poetry
the perceiving of
elemental transitions
autumnal ghosts rising
from the silver surface
the old heron
is still there by water’s edge
not wading
but watching
in the cool gray
in-betweenness
quite possibly studying me
an unnatural phenomenon
a recurring phantasm
passing through
its world
lit bits and pieces 
Ooooh! I loved waking up to this poem. Thank you! My favorite line: “autumnal ghosts rising from the silver surface.” Yes – I’ve seen this and felt this. Just beautiful!
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Hard to capture in words – I am glad the sense of it comes through. Thank you, Joanne.
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Reminded me of To Kill a Mockingbird when Scout and Jem are walking on a dirt road at dusk and the mist is rising and they are approaching Boo Radley house. They are discussing whether “haints” are real or not. Now, I have to go back and find the passage!
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