Morning mist – Denise Aileen DeVries #writephoto

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

If I miss anything about humidity,
it would be the morning mist
sprawled across the grass like a sleeping cat,
or the dew glittering on a spider’s web,
fog so heavy the schools are closed,
or deer standing like teenagers
at their first dance, knee-deep
in a hazy field at dusk, eyes glowing.

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