Mist… a poem


Photo courtesy of Victoria Jordan



Rarely seen the ethereal mist

Migrating bands of souls.

Lost in a world forever lost to them

To drift over maize fields of gold.

Caught in a moment,

Obsolescent bonds,

Forever and ever adrift.

The rush to evolve into glorious dawn

Unseen, unfettered and swift.

Yet here on outskirts of earth’s mortal dwellings

Where nature’s feral offspring dance,

Is captured a scene

Over tassels and green

Of this eerily, wandering happenstance.

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