November haze
disillusionment
gazing through clouds of early fog
perceiving silver sphere above
and for just a few moments
thinking it’s the moon
until it burns through heavy mists
brightening the morning
turning the sky blue
as only the sun can
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 21st Aug 2017 07:53
a fine poem and a vision we have all beheld - made all the more refreshing by putting into words - a reminder of a soon to be upon us season. Thanks for posting Lynn.
Col.
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Lynn Dye
Sun 3rd Sep 2017 20:09
Thank you, Colin, very kind.
And thanks to Frances for the like.