Fog Against The Forest

There is a grove of pecan trees

Along a road I frequent.

It sits alone on the plains

Stark contrast to the cotton fields

That surround it.

In every season it catches my eye.

This morning, in early fall, no very late summer,

There was a fog cloud

Laying low in the cotton field.

As I approached the sun was coming up

And was just beginning to affect the early morning.

I looked up from the, lazy, thin cloud of fog on the ground

To see the trees, visually bisected by a vertically thin horizontal layer of cloud.

The trees were clearly visible above the cloud,

And below.

But there was a section in the middle, a few feet thick,

Mostly obscured by the cloud.

That grove of trees continues to

Bless me with

Diverse

Beauty.

Billy R. Masten

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