“There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, the air stings like autumn …”
~ Robert Hass
~ born 1941
~ Poet Laureate of the United States
~ 1995 ~ 1997
The mist rises poetically soon after sunrise on a brisk and beautiful late October morning near the Ford of the Jordan Creek, one of my very favorite places to be and to photograph at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.
