Ominous Cloud
Mist
Slides forth
From the peak
of curving heights
slants fade in purity, dismal, and droop
You're now at the same level as the trees.
the haze sneaks forth.
the footbridge
looming
cloud
Written: February 11, 2022
A Strand (1072) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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