Low Mist

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A walk along the river 
by the playing fields of green
A veil of mist settles low
creating this eerie scene 

The winter sun slowly sinks
behind distant rows of trees
The cold air is still and calm
not even a gentle breeze

As the afternoon drifts by 
bright blue skies fades to light grey
It won’t too be long before 
we lose the light for today 

Soon this view will be gone 
a moment lost forever
Now captured on camera 
it’s mine to keep and treasure 

◄ Cold And Old

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julie callaghan

Thu 13th Jan 2022 17:40

Thank you for all the kind likes and lovely comments. 🙏🙏

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kJ Walker

Thu 13th Jan 2022 08:59

Another beautifully crafted piece of writing. I echo Steven and John's comments.

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John Botterill

Thu 13th Jan 2022 08:44

Beautiful, timeless. Poetry of the highest order Julie.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 12th Jan 2022 21:43

Thanks, Julie. 'Forever' and 'Treasure' is a clever, effective rhyme.

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