A Misty Run
A slow jog winding and climbing the hills,
the slight sliver of moon comes closer as I near the tops,
and the mist seen in the light of a streetlamp chills.
A slow jog winding and climbing the hills..
the cumbersome run, the fog seeping with tendrils
reaching to caress, lifting off the nearby ponds.
A slow jog winding and climbing the hills.
The slight sliver of moon comes closer as I near the tops.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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