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By Lucia Haase

Phantoms of fog
walk into morning
throughout the forest,
stretching – yawning…

secreted fauna
in shadows, creep
by fern and bracken
yet asleep.

Cool winds howl,
a kind of calling-
forest wolves

Watchers watching
in the breeze,
eyes upon
the aspen trees.

Lucia Haase has been writing formal and free verse poetry for 20 years as the direct result of a spiritual experience.  She has had her poetry accepted at several publications and was included in a poetry anthology titled Symphonies of the Wild Hearted.  She also has had 6 books of poetry published.  She lives in Spring Valley, Illinois with her husband Jim and Pomeranian Cenney.


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