Opaque Morning
She rides low and ghostly
close to the ground
giving the streetlamps
that dot the neighborhood
opaque ethereal halos
Where the skyline touches
her shrouded cover
she mystically wears
a peached-tinged glow
that’s pleasingly mellow
She obscures familiar
landmarks with her
misty morning dew
laying a damp blanket
on a Spring morning
She is the sunrise fog
and today I welcome
her beautiful unearthly
picturesque view.
Grateful eyes viewing
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2012
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