Filigree
As I walked to the trail today,
The wind whistled around my ears and chilled them,
In places of shade, the mist curled from the rivers surface,
The river broad reflected the tall stately trees on either bank,
And patches of blue sky
Through the filigree of the bare branches,
As I paused a moment and tried to etch in memory this beautiful scene,
Which seemed to disappear like the curling mist
-shubha
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