I still see you in that morning shimmer,
low across the fields,
tangled in the coils of mist
rising slowly off the brook.
I watch until the sun burns it away
and remember again,
your fingertips on my skin
still damp from dawn dew.
My first time back at dVerse poets for a few weeks. For those of you doing NaPoWriMo, Get yourselves to the bar at once! There are few better places to settle down and share your poetry that at the Poets Pub.