Morning Rise Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

Morning Rise



The early morning mists shroud the land
hiding the shapes and sounds
The countryside holds its breath and waits
for the magical, mystical hand
that sweeps away the blanket of grey
and reveals the colour and light
undulating vistas of fields and hills
Nature in all its beauty so grand.

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