The way
Dewdrops
Cling to the grass blades
And your breath
Makes little clouds
In the air
These misty mornings
Always bring
A chill
Down my spine
Making me
Tighten my jacket
Spiderwebs
Are masterpieces
Each strand
Highlighted by the mist
And dew
Even if
It isn't autumn
Leaves will crunch
Under your boots
A scarf
Wrapped around my face
And a hat
On my head
These misty mornings
Waiting for the bus
Are always peaceful
The crickets
Still hum
And the birds
Are just beginning
To sing
These misty mornings
Make me wanna Stay
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
