thick fog lies heavy on the lake
ethereal mists that swirl dance
path lights shine through
like a trail of luminous pears
in the dark of the forest
the will-o-wisps lead me on
disappearing into the grayness
magically the fog begins to lift
making way for the sunlight
Stay wild Moonchild ~ JP
Crone and Curmudgeon 
Luminous pears? Yes, they do, don’t they. Love that simile 🙂
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Somewhere in that forest the fairies are dancing under giant mushrooms or on toadstools. Perhaps you were one of them when you wrote this. Beautiful work here.
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