A mist, rolling off the meadow
Carries a fragrance meant to please
Each droplet of water caresses
Every inch of the forest trees
Blanketing the russet leaves
Wrapping them in sweet embrace
The fog, though, soon will vanish
And the waking sun will grace
The colors, and beauty of nature
Once hidden in a veil of mist
Now drenched in dew, delighted
Aroused, by morning’s first kiss
August Writing Prompt – The fragrant fog – Day 1/31
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