A Misty Morning

A delicate morning blooms and beams
cloaked in sweet, magic snow.
The first rays of some sunshine new
kiss light her new found glow.

What sweetness chirps through lilting birds,
what songs fresh breezes sing!
A floating cloud cannot resist
a flying sparrow’s wing.

Descending on the earth are skies,
from worlds unknown above.
The magic mist is but a sigh
of heavens deep in love.

– October 2015

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