Ghost Kisses
The fog of a morning’s ghost kisses soft the mountain.
Fauna clings fast to the escaping soil, whilst birds above sing.
Waves awash the feet of mighty trees; come now serenities tender roar.
Time again rises and today goes to the kindness of all that was before.
Morning fog…ghost kisses
Hush now this day forevermore.
J. Allen Wilson © 2007
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~