Ghosts of Dawn
Ghosts of Dawn
Fog drifts across water,
Wrapping itself around cypress feet,
Curling skyward, wispy fingers reaching
Bare arms of winter
And memory of leaves.
The bayou sighs, whispering
Softly the secrets known..
Dampness breathes
Quietly, ripples shiver upon bank.
How peaceful it is, like painting
On still-water canvas, before
The sun warms melting ghosts
Of dawn, capturing morning's
Stolen moment.
Later when I am left with only
Whispers and the ghosts have
Slipped away, I will remember...
For there are those times, those
Moments, that can never
Be forgotten.
submitted into the Word Painting challenge
host: Tracey
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
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