Morning smoke
Flowing as a river
Flowing up the hill
Raising hands of silver
To the golden sky;
Opening deep channels
Rolling,
Boiling,
Churning,
Turning;
Hiding trees
And Hugging hills.
Flowing to the south
In plumes of silver white,
Homage to the morning chill;
Beneath the peaks
Behind the hill
And flows until
It drifts away.

© G.Burns 22-May-2012