Posts Tagged Morning Mist

Morning Mist

I’ve always thought the best poems were the ones that painted a scene of something witnessed; a lazy crescent moon, a beautiful sunset, a child playing. I wrote this one morning when we were living in a beautiful little community called Spicewood Beach on Lake Travis. Living out there was one of the best times of my life; this poem should give you an inkling why. Read the rest of this entry »

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