The sun rose on fields
snow blown and misted
ghostly swirls and dervishes.
No fog this—
for fog simply lies.

No—this was living
as it arched and twisted,
fingering out to the road
and reaching for me
like the shade of a beloved friend.
There was white inside,
trying to seep out of pores,

I felt it strain
trying to mesh and meld
with this sentient wraith
fingers touching
and suddenly
I am the morning mist
dancing in the crystal air

Poem by

Lisa Shields

Scarf and Hair: Maitreya – Voluminous Scarf – Dark Cobalt

Skin: Apple May Designs – Jessica – 10L

Eyes: ::UH:: – Frozen Eyes – Gift

Lashes: Cheap Make up

Undershirt: Sweeter than Candy – Crumple Top – Charcoal

Cardigan: This is Fawn – Cropped Cardigan – grey

Jeans: Izzie’s – Grunge Jeans – White

Gloves: Acid and Mala – Gacha Machine

Leg Warmers: +mocha+ – Long Covered Button Socks – Cow (modified)

Skates: Vanilla C Designs – Victorian Ice Skates – white

Poses: Vivaposes & No Strings Attached

Location: Miranda’s 4 Seasons