fog
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1 min readJan 9, 2018
winter bare sycamores
stand gray-white
in cold morning fog
sun rises
turns
every drop
every atom
of moisture
floating in the air
into refracting
reflecting
mirrors of
golden light
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Poetry and Essay Writer. Be Open Editor. Lover of all things nature. You can most likely find me sitting under a tree ,watching birds, writing poems.