Weeping Mist Lento Poetry
Weep the clouds, a somber pall,
deep the veil, soft cooling mist.
Creep and drip from the vines,
steep the world in ghostly mist.
Sweep along the garden wall,
keep bees from the blooms.
Sleep, now does the earth, awaiting.
Reap memories from mists perfume.
For the contest: Lento Poetry
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Placement: 5th
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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