Ephemeral Morning

After a recent column I wrote in the Woodstock Independent, I received a mysterious fax of a poem titled: Ephemeral Morning.

Earlier this week, I ran into TLC member Beverly Meuch who asked me if I received her fax! Now that the mystery of the poem's author is resolved, I am happy to share the poem here:

Ephemeral Morning

by Beverly Meuch

Mist moves in with the morning.

The forest stands cloaked in grey,

Silence and stillness adorning

The dawn of mysterious day.

The fern slowly frees its frond,

And fog encircles the leaf.

While out in the meadow, the pond

Reflects the sun, the thief.