The Morning Light

by | Oct 19, 2011

The Morning Light 10/19/11
It’s 6am dark outside.
Fog is heavy like a blanket of snow,
Hard to see. Like a ghost it hangs around, slowly lifting off the ground.
The dawn approaches it is first light.
Away goes the fog into the light.


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