L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

'tis Dawn Awaiting

A fog above the river is hovering
Like a shroud of gray the bier covers
Awaiting the glorious warming sun,
Bringing fog like rising steam by noon
Lifting the soul like a resurrection,
But now, a chill over New River Gorge
‘Tis dawn awaiting the rafters’ call
Adventurers will soon have a blast.

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written January 21, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger January 22, 2022 at 9:54 AM Such imagery. Wow! I feel I can almost see it. L Milton Hankins January 22, 2022 at 9:55 AM Thanks, Caren. A pretty common scene in the New River Gorge.