September fog hangs low in the morning sky,
shrouding the lake in gray forms
that move slowly over the deep blue water.
Darkness unfolds into light.
What was unseen is seen,
secrets illuminated when the rays
of the early morning autumn sun
filter through the clouds.
Surprises await beneath the parting fog–
a fisherman in a small boat sitting patiently,
lost in his own personal reverie,
a line of ducklings
following their mother in precise formation
as they glide across the smooth surface.
A momentary glimpse within the fog
until sunrise spreads its colors in shimmering splendor
over the glassy water,
beginning a day full of morning possibilities,
© Barbara Flass 2011