Soft mist on the lake,
old shadows drift like lost thoughts,
beneath waves, they fade.
Maple leaves let go,
quietly blanketing earth—
whispers laid to rest.
Rivers wear smooth stones,
silent hands wash old sorrows,
memories dissolve.
Frost loosens its hold,
petals stir in timid sun—
trust begins to bloom.
Across the still dawn,
a gentle warmth spreads like peace—
all is light again.