fir trees hidden in curtains of morning mist,
eerie looming outlines
moisture melds its magic
moulding miniature puddles
on pines and primroses
mist so deep it hides secrets
behind its veil
honking geese cries echoing, their
misty morning disturbed by
some invisible intruder
slinking in the reeds
yet, perhaps they were locating
companions, using the damp air
in echolocation
their friends unseen behind the mist
wait - were they calling to me?
Copyright Β© 3/22/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Comments (9)
Awesome story I like it congratulations ππ
Beautifully alliterative! Great imagery and allure of mystery.
I love all the alliteration! The geese where I live are positively violent, so I hope they aren't calling to me. XD
They were definitely calling to you!
Loved the calling to me!
A beautiful scene
Hahahahahaha this reminded me of Celia's poem, Do Geese See God. So were they calling to you? π€£π€£π€£π€£
Wow! THis is a really good poem! Especially loved the final line!
I love all your writing