The mist moved across the field
swallowing up everything in its path.
A white blanket that hovered
inches above the ground.
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Evocative penning David. You combine the beauty and the mystery beautifully in this fine poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lovely motion picture, i can see a thousand tiny drops on the grass heads
you have captured through poetic lines and word pictures, how it feels on a misty day. you know David, i am just back from the Banks of Ganges- it was exactly how i felt on one misty morning, with Ganges covered in a white blanket...thanks 10 Merry Xmas Mamta
I miss the mist....lol...and living on the lake....now I'm to far inland to get it....once in a great while when a quick change in temps during the day