Below is the poem entitled Morning Mist which was written by poet
Babcock. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The mist rolls in like a mythical creature
It rolls and winds itself around, clinging,
like a choking vine clings to life.
It rides in softly, white, transparent,
Yet visible to the naked eye.
It creeps, it encases everything
Nothing, is left untouched in it's wake.
Visual one moment and the next gone.