the mist floats
like graceful birdflight
swooping over grass and trees
and a swirl scatter of dewdrops glisten
glisten and hum
a resonant drone of emergence
wide water ditch
calm and still in the crimson dawn
a flutter of crisp ice covers the grass
green and white and golden light
three trees hidden behind a distant fog
a haze of fog and mist and morning
and cars sweep by
too fast to see
too fast to care
too fast to see
natures waking beauty unfold
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Author:
markashley1961 (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2026 04:20
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Comments1
A great metaphor in reality where the pace of civilization is too fast to ponder the wonders of nature and in our wakefulness we sleep. Nicely written
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