Poem – The Fog of Ancient Places

I love the mood of misty days.
Magic flourishes when the forest becomes a haze.
The light refracts in prisms of light.
In the early morning and dusky night.

Deep in the forest a calm comes with the fog.
It settles over the landscape and inside hollow logs.
I love the peace that all this land shows.
It is an ancient place where fairies doze.

As a small owl silently flies through the haze.
And I come upon a deer enjoying her morning graze.
I know such land gives back more than we know.
It keeps an eye on us through the vision of the crow.

The raccoons are all tucked into the driest place in a log.
They have no fear from any curious dog.
This land is wild and its creatures know its ways.
As times slowly passes with the streaking sunlit rays.

Perhaps in my next life I will be that small owl.
Silently flying through the forests cowl.
Watching the humans marvel with delight.
As they move ever deeper into the hazy night.

~Suzanne Wagner~