As the Sun Winks
On the cold of an early day...
Mist hoovers atop low grass
I stand with chilled toes...
With only my head above the rooftop
As the sun winks rising
It bakes my face, to comfort
A feeling of warmth warms my bod...
As I watch the moon fade
I close my eyes and tilt my head slightly back
Then, I think to myself...
Such a beautiful, wonderful morning
Then, I look down...and the mist is gone
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2022
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