“Shadows in fog are not illusions, they are invitations to wonder.”
The mist conceals the edges,
yet shadows learn to stay,
not fading but awaiting,
the lift in the break of day.
The cove holds secrets steady,
the dock does not retreat,
what waits is not imagined,
but truth with covered feet.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the shadows will lean closer, daring the stillness to break. Is it the stillness within or the stillness that is not our own, awaiting the inevitable rumble, where will you be when the rumble is heard and are you easily moved?
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
What a beautifully evocative piece! 🌫️Kerri-Elizabeth’s words capture the delicate dance between mystery and presence so gracefully. The imagery of shadows in fog as invitations rather than illusions is both haunting and inspiring, reminding us to pause and wonder rather than rush to clarity. I love how the poem balances stillness with anticipation—the tension between what is hidden and what is inevitable creates a quiet, reflective power.
The questions at the end resonate deeply, encouraging introspection about our own awareness and responsiveness in life’s unfolding moments. Truly a hauntingly beautiful and thoughtful piece. ✨
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Thank you for the captured journey through.
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I can’t stop adoring your space, Kerri. It’s so beautiful. Lovely reflection again.
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That’s right outside my back door.. it’s a very beautiful place to live like you have such beautiful nature surrounds us both and it’s such a gift.
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Indeed, it is such a gift!
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🌻🌻🌻🌻💕💕
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”Truth with covered feet.” Such beautiful prose, Kerri. I look forward to seeing what is revealed when the mist finally lifts. 😘❤️
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Me too, so much is brewing!
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