Saturday, April 14, 2012


You can watch a meadow mist
An early morning to the day
But have you stopped to wonder how
It ever got that way?

A blanketing of moisture on
An simple field of grass
That rodents dig and crickets chew
And vagrants dare trespass

But it first takes a darkling purge
To leave behind a dew
That wets the leaves and lifts the stems
And starts the world anew

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