The Mist
The Mist
Lonely road traveled before dawn; few souls on the path;
Fine air around the whiteness of the scene, a beauty to behold;
Trembling limbs cry for warmth but no sun to be seen,
Morning mist welcomes all with kindness, with mystery.
Thus, like a sheet of satin it holds those, who venture through,
Fresh beginning of a day, eyes for something new;
Excitement crawls out the skin and into the light,
The morning souls have been baptized.
Lonely road traveled before dawn; few souls on the path;
Fine air around the whiteness of the scene, a beauty to behold;
Trembling limbs cry for warmth but no sun to be seen,
Morning mist welcomes all with kindness, with mystery.
Thus, like a sheet of satin it holds those, who venture through,
Fresh beginning of a day, eyes for something new;
Excitement crawls out the skin and into the light,
The morning souls have been baptized.
posted by Miguel Juan at 4:36 AM
3 Comments:
Very nice, and a beautiful picture to go with it. Rebirth can be a daily experience should you so choose it. :)
thanks...
Glad you like it...
Lovely picture. Interesting...I did a Google search for "mist" and this is where it led me. I just blogged about mist, myself, inspired by a new background template at a new blog site I signed up for. Still blogging here, mostly, but I can't resist spreading my screen name around. :) Anyway...nice blog.
http://fairywebmother.wordpress.com/
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