M I S T
Mysterious mist
greeted me this morning,
so fine, like sheer tulle.
Made me wonder what it hid.
As sun slowly and majestically rose
The woodland was revealed,
Tree by tree they appeared.
The mist giving in to the sun
seemingly reluctant but succumbed.
Two doves watched me standing there
smiling at my awe.
Before mist gave in, it was coloured
in the most incredible hues
So much beauty if we just look.
© miriam ivarson
SPOTLIGHT
When I was awake this night
at one, two or so
The room was lit like day,
It shouldn’t be, at
One, two or three or so.
Hesitant I walked to another room
opened the curtains and saw;
A blindingly shining moon.
Haven’t seen it like that before.
Its light gave me a feeling that
my house and street were singled out
By the Spotlight from above;
Never seen the moon so strong.
Did it twist just a tad
as to reflect more light from the sun.
Was the spotlight there so we can see,
See where we are heading on our planet.
Make us step with awareness and care.
c/ miriam ivarson
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