Photo courtesy of Victoria Jordan
MIST
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.
Kevin Parish 
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