When the Mist Rises

When the mist
rises
and the dew
falls
and the freeze
breaks

When the spring
beckons
and the deer
emerge
and the grass
greens

Then my mind
wanders
and my soul
yearns
and my skin
tingles

For the fresh
breezes
and the soft
earth
and the damp
moss

When the mist
rises



Poetry by Baskenmütze
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Written on 2010-02-23 at 04:45

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Nick Matherne
sorry I haven't been commenting recently, but this is really peaceful and reminds me of spring and that fresh smell of earth
me gusta mucho
2010-03-12


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this well designed poem. Thanks again.
2010-02-24


Princess Charles
Very well presented graphically, I love how every verb gets its own line. Also love how you have used "greens" as a verb and "freeze" as a noun. Sweet.
2010-02-23