Listening To Mist
Half here and half gone
The mist envelops
Sitting like soupy thoughts
On the brows of buildings
And the hairline of trees
I sit here waiting
Twitching my ears
Like a cat about to pounce
Listening for the whisper
Of the new day
Golden trees emerging from mist this morning in Westow Park
Listening inspiration: Bob Marley – Misty Morning
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