the world is shrouded
soft whispy gray
hovering
just above
grass
jewelled
with individual sparkles
of dew.
Out there
the nearby sentinel trees
stand
stark and clear
fading clearly
becoming
only haze
awaiting sunrise
calling the day.
A Journalspace refugee unhoused and looking for a new community home.
Beautiful! I could see it in my mind. Hugs.
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