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