The Morning Mist

The Morning Mist “Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn. Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper. The sun is coming quick it must be dawn. Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day. And all the … Continue reading The Morning Mist

One Morning

One Morning “With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a … Continue reading One Morning