Misty Morning
Mist lay snug in the hollows
Quietly,
in the time before sun
A thick blanket too,
covering the green
In a land of mist,
tall spires,
rising through
A swathe of hand,
pushed away,
mist from this land,
brightening day
Quiet misty morning
tall spires,
rising through
Pale Eastern light
Dawning
An eagle,
so high
Above the tall spires
Above the mist
Looking for eastern light
The disappearing night
Now is the time,
to fly
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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