Rushing Dew
Sitting peacefully,
At the window watching
the sun coming up
in the early morning hours
My elbows on the sill
my face pressed against
the glass pane window
I had a bird's eye view.
Of the misty layers of dew
Frantically gathering
and swirling and whirling
Stirring up the grays, the greens,
and speckles of blue in turbulent
raging waves of rushing dew
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