dance with me,
whispers soft fog
drifting over fallen leaves

towards water's edge,
the dock rests while parting mist
shifts gracefully around

dance with me,
parting a moist kiss on lips
the gentle mist slips past fingertips,
gliding across morning's blue calmness,

soft fog twirls amidst sunlit trees
floating heartfelt whispers,
dance with me

— rest of the poem will eventually be included in my 3rd book.

—poem © Kent Burkhardsmeier