cypress mists
by Frank Watson
surreptitiously we slip
into the Deep South

amidst the cypress mists





Note: This was written after having a mental image of a southern cypress swamp with the trees growing out of the water. It is also my submission for today's dVersePoet's prompt.
All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012