Best Poems Written by Ed Leonard

Winter Fog

amorphous creeping, flowing fog
a living wispy presence
directed by Aeolus whim
searching for substance and form 
to grasp and entomb
finds unresisting, sleeping shapes

in gray shadowed forest trees 
reaching and waving 
in the early morning cold
with gnarled fingers tipped with
a million tiny blood veins 
frozen and waiting for juice

quietly, hungrily, the fog flows 
over delicate linear, earth-tethered artwork
with a fine web of liquid glass
distant glowing half moon illumines 
the reflective glossy lacy tracery
with a million reflective sparkling points

slowly the gray above turns
to light then royal blue
then shades of pink and orange
set the stage for an explosion 
of brightest yellow as the Sun’s 
brilliant glowing golden rays 
refract the tips of an infinity 
of tiny liquid-coated artful threads

I sit riveted in my wicker and marvel 
at the wonder of Mother once again

Copyright © Ed Leonard | Year Posted 2010