Grey mist slowly sweeps across the pond, now

grown still beneath

its silver

touch. Crows

call

out

(with what

intent, we

do not know) but

as the sun slides upward, the mist moves on,

leaving behind

no sign it

ever

was.

Would

our own

presence here

right now could be

as innocent and leave as little trace.

                                                                                    JDG