Morning Mist

March 27, 2012 at 2:02 pm · Filed under Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, http://dversepoets.com/2012/03/27/openlinknight-week-37/, Morning Mist, Peace, poetry, writer

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.

 Morning Mist

 

The trees stood eerily still

In a thin unmoving mist

A lone bird chirped slow and steady

The wind chimes made not a sound

 

In the yard across the way

A ceramic donkey posed

Ears erect and alert

Listening to morning’s approach

 

A cat, one of the neighbor’s herd

Padded softly across the street

The dog watched, eager to chase

But alas, the fence would not allow

 

She came to the chair where I sat

And offered her head for petting

I praised her and stroked cool fur

Then watched her bound happily away

 

Sudden sunlight slipped the misty veil

And the day all at once was there

A sip of coffee, then into my den

To pen what I had seen

 

Copyright © 2006 C. Mashburn

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