POEM OF THE MONTH

 

July 2017

 

Awaken,  I do, to a sunless sky

to clouds of gray

that disappear

as the day

goes by

 

I picnic by the bay, and stare

at mists that fade:

upward they float,

a white shade

blue air

 

but now the sun is falling low

and once again

the fog is here…

only then

I go.

 

 

 

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