August- 2-2026
Eight by Eight Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Nette Onclaud
~Placed Second~
On a breezy December dawn, Fog came riding a grey stallion, Cloaked in shell-white with fleecy hair. Sorcerer sprinkling milky dust. He wrapped the trees in ghostly white. Covered all in gossamer veil. But as the sun shone on the hill, Like a coward, ran out of sight.
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