nothing like mist

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Strange is the mist

That has no face

That is

That was

That cannot be

Forever

That settles its breath

For miles

And cannot see

Where it was

Is going to be

Clinging to the mask

That will

Must

Break

Then rest in peace

Some other place

~ Gill McGrath © July 16    [photo taken 4.23 am July 6]

My little ode to the early morning mists which roll around  over the river at the bottom of the hill carrying on upwards ~ defining the  layers and dips beyond the ridge in turn revealing and masking the horizon~ only  to disappear  into  the  warmth of  the  rising sun.

Challenge: day 4

lines in the sky. the morning. at 5
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Yes it’s you who wrote the words
today across the sky
three simple lines~

And I can still remember
the words you said
in  reception class
by the silver-sand tray
we were
both five years old
you and me

Gill  McGrath© June 27 sun rise

…..That was my attempt for today 4/5 (one to go) 5 DAYS/ FIVE PICTURES/FIVE STORIES
Thank you for the invite Hollyheartafire

The challenge is –
“Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge……”.

So……. I challenge Alex https://alexraphael.wordpress.com/
a journalist with a lively blog from London