9 – PALPABLE SPIRITS

Posted on January 20, 2014 by Ken Greenman

in the midst of mist
spirits marshal for
evening enterprise
when fogs rise,
lacey ghosts conjure
magic in mundane moments,
frolic here in the valley

Souls shimmer among us
we thought long gone

in clouded moon night
they gather,
do what they will
sheathed in vapors
shrouded by willows
their whispers heard echoing
in rippling creeks
deep in midnight
till thrice crowing cocks
alarm them back to sleep

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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