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Poem: Misty Morning

Misty Morning

I love the mornings where

the scent of fog hangs in the air

and sunlight bursts through grey skies

streaking golden beams onto damp corn

highlighting the windswept fields.

I love how the wind blows wet kisses

onto my outstretched hand

and the water laden air cools my neck,

where the sweatshirt meets my skin

helping to clear sleep from my mind.

I love how as I drive to work

the scent of mist burdened air

and the caress of energizing wind

provides a momentary escape

from the dullness of an everyday drive.

William Sutphin

Photo by 刘光曦 from Burst

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