The Dawn
There is a mist, it rolls like a blanket covering the forest floor
Soft, like gossamer
caressing, warm, damp
a lover’s touch, it strokes the ground
searching the shapes, the contours
the dawn is a wondrous moment in the race of time
it brings promise of a new day
hope from the darkness, a life beginning
as it chases away the night
light brushing the shapes, the contours
shadows of men, turning to face the sun
feeling the warmth,
wreathed in the soft white mist
legs shrouded
walking among the shapes, the contours
we kneel, searching the earth
brushing away the mist
some crying, all sad
for those we found here
so many shapes, so many contours
Cerska Valley 1995
Entry Date August 4th 2021
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Imagism
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