Float
Rays of sun lit mist beam faintly through the trees.
Like a sleepy ghost, steam softly dances
off the silvery water of the river, its stage.
Within tall blades of grass an audience of branches float.
Silent, sweet morning drifting in a boat.
7/24/15 -for shweet contest
Copyright © Lee Carter | Year Posted 2015
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