Weaving Mist

Modern Times CD


In the wood, the mist-weaver weaves
a white shirt for his wife.
She stands, slender as a birch,
in a crevice of grey rock.

In the wind, her diffuse-green foliate tresses
tremble quietly and quiver.
She sees he’s plagued by her shivering.
The mist-weaver weaves and weaves.