Jim Ward

(Monroe, Ohio)

Out Of The Mist - Poem by Jim Ward

Out of the mist
It reaches with icy fingers
While its cape drags upon the ground

Creeping from the mist
It sends a chill over the land
Dark to those that see it

The mist is gone
The land cold and still
All around there is no one

Slowly a flicker of light
Sends a small warm glow
The cape begins to move

The mist begins to melt
Warmth begins to grow
Blackness begins to fade


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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