Gray mist tonight
Silent as it shrouds
The horizon, barely visible
There is no blue
No light from the setting sun
I still see green
And the shades of bark
Composition is beyond comprehension
An artist would mottle
I feel full because
I see beauty
Being in awe is good
I will make up songs
Sing of my joy
Never stop looking for loveliness
Especially that once held
Life gently rolls on
We don’t get what we want
We have to earn it
But searching is so easy
Finding is still a gift
Sometimes sun and rainbows
Often just a mist
Stanski
December 4, 2022,^
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Steve Haarman 