Misty March Morning

 

Flushed by sun’s sweet morning kiss,

Wrapped in dewy mist’s embrace,

A golden gossamer veil is this,

That shimmers with distinguished grace.

 

Thickened fog a dense grey fleece,

That smothers light and casts a gloom,

These woods enrobed in shadowed peace

Flaunting their eerie morn costume.

 

Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017


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