Misty-Eyed Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Misty-Eyed
Sweet mists of morning, and rose red mystery,
So much color all around, nothing is left to see,
Orangey mists of twilight, a tangerine surprise,
I can't see pearl stars, for beauty's in my eyes.
Golden mists of afternoon, hazy clouds in grass,
Pretty as a silken flower, though it will not last!
Deep purple midnight mists, so airy and dreamy,
Wafting in my gardens, in the moonlight creamy.
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9/19/2024 12:16:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, it is the mist before our eyes that decides the depth of beauty in everything yonder