Sunday, April 13, 2008

Mist.


Silently it comes, it asks no permission

It softens the world, shows no contrition.

When sunrise comes it gathers its shawl

Then steals away to await the next call.


3 comments:

betmo said...

stealing quietly
silently filling in space-
early morning mist.

Kathy Farrelly said...

Being a lover of poetry, I have to say Daniel, that I find your poems quite delightful and captivating.

So beautiful in their simplicity, and.. evoking such vivid imagery.

Soul stirring stuff, in my opinion.

Have you thought of publishing an anthology?

Daniel said...

Betmo, thanks.

Kathy, I appreciate your kind comment. I have to say I'm enjoying the verse writing. It's something I've never done before.

Cheers.

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