Morning lake fog

White Fog - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.

Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.

[bkb in the city]

Nice shot

[CristinaL]

@bkbinthecity Thank you!

[Kahsia]

Nice how the horizon and water blend into one.

[CristinaL]

@moonmtn Thank you :)