Silently, the mist flowed over hills in the moonlight
Wrapping around the beachfront pines
Sliding over still waters
Glowing in the midnight moon
A blanket covering the Sound, stilling the owl
The moon-washed sea - grey, merging to silver
No ripples to break the stillness
Day comes, mist muffles murmurs from the beach
Nothing moves, sea shines in reflected God-Light
Breaking through the layers above
Mist withdraws, imperceptibly,
Faint breeze threatens the mirror surface, then fades
Watery sun tries a break through
Mist resists, returns, blue-grey, threatening
Sun wins, a glorious technicolor day
Copyright Dain Simpson 2009
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Beautiful, Dain, and the perfect description of one of the perfect places on the planet.
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