In the Smokies

Between the many hills
a mist had settled —
lying in the valleys.
It snuck in furtively
about the time we came to look
and wrapped itself around those hills
so we could only see their tops.
It was as if some clouds had dropped
to claim the lower portions of the earth —
a shroud that covered all but peaks.
We watched
until the night made all that eerie beauty disappear.

But then when morning came
the scene became reversed.
The tops of all those hills
had vanished in the clouds
and we could only see so high
and then our vision ceased.
We had to guess what lay beyond their slopes.

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