A misted morning
The mist slower then a snail dissipates before my eyes,
the calm waters reflection through the mist it tries.
The coolness left by the nights dipped down heat,
the morning birds, toads, and creatures sing their beats.
Small circles echo across the lakes sheeted liquid ground,
the meals the fish are having making no heard sound.
Otters, beavers, ducks, and other watered playful ones,
start their mornings under the heavy head lifting sun.
This, this view that I see before my morning eyes,
inspirational memories as the morning mist dies.
Reveal a review each morning I openly intake,
and finish my coffee and start my day awake.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2025 05:49
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Comments3
Clever the use of mist that is analogues to the morning mist in ones mind and eyes. There is a sense of calm in this poem as should accompany one's awakening. A most lovely poem of quiet and peace
Love it
Lovely words ))
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