Morning Mist by ME
Watching the billows of smoke rise over the trees
Expecting an acrid aroma to follow,
Instead of smoke I followed furls of fog to the beach
Rushing onto shore and pushing up to the bank.
There seemed an urgent need to start the day
The sea sending whispers that today might be like none other.
I stopped the car along the pier to witness,
To testify that what was once hazy
Would become crystal clear.
beautiful and hoping this is the beginning of the end of the dry spell!
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