Fog Is Rising
Fog is rising from the distant valley,
As morning creeps toward high noon
While courageous rafters run the river,
And the early climbers reach the crest
Of the outcropping along the edges
Where the river valley ceases to exist.
written September 12, 2021
"Bite Size Poem No 21" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2021
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