at night, watching the mist rise
as fate would have it
i looked out my window
at just the right time
to watch a thick mist rise up
from a darkened lake
now had this event stopped there
i would have been content
but nature
has never been withholding
of her beauty
the mist continued rising
above the treetops
and then turned left to brush
her white silk against
the roofs of impending homes
but where she went from there
i will never know
because nature
has never been withholding
of her mystery
*Published by Central Coast Poetry Shows on 10/12/20