Mornings, Mist, and Futures
On a beautiful morning
The veils are lifted
The rising sun glares
Through the trees
The crispness of the fall felt in the air
Commanding our attention
As the mist rises from the water
It creates its presence
Void of waves
Only peaceful waters and the mist
Sending a message
To the on-going flow of man
And in our man, woman, and child existence
A backdrop is created for our future
There is a gentle, sunlit rising to our approach to life
For the mist will rise of its own accord
And will evaporate as if it never existed
The sun will shine through its haze
Following a natural pattern of mornings, mist, and futures.
Celestine McMullen Allen