river mist
slowly morning
finds a way
Presence 65
stone steps
down hops a fly
with only one wing
Otata 46
tumbling stream
a sea thrift withers
where it bloomed
Presence 66
refusing to conceptualize winter stars
NOON #16
river mist
slowly morning
finds a way
Presence 65
stone steps
down hops a fly
with only one wing
Otata 46
tumbling stream
a sea thrift withers
where it bloomed
Presence 66
refusing to conceptualize winter stars
NOON #16
Caroline Skanne 
Amazing writing. All enjoyable reads.
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Lovely.
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I can sure relate to the mist on the water. I spent many nights on rivers, after fog set in. That is when you turn off the lights and use the shadows of the tree tops to get you to dock.
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Beautiful! There is a sense of serenity in all the poems.
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