An Early Morning Walk

i had a walk this morning
and i saw twilight

fog hovering still on the feet of the mountains
there is beauty in haze
in the opaqueness of smog

i inhale cold air inside my lungs
and walk faster

there is dew on the grass
as fingers of light comes out from the hazy fog

herons arrive and land on the green fields
catching the frogs

the brown cow is munching grass inside its mouth
still lying comfortably on the ground

the macopa tree shed its leaves
in favor of new shiny ones

the trail is clear
no one has arrived here yet

it is about to rain with all the gray clouds lumping in the sky
ah, i am not running for shelter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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