Mornings can be mystical, full of promise and peace ...
MISTY MORNING
Soft haze blankets a cooling earth
as the sun drips her light lazily through the sky.
Dew-damp ground slides under my bare feet
and I breathe, without making a sound.
If I don't blink, refuse to give in,
I can see the haze melt away,
leave drops on my skin, on my hair. In my mind
sun rays find me, and I am bound.
Bound for heaven, that may be,
but this is just a misty morning reverie
and I have no place I would rather be
than soaking here, in the mist, simply free.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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