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WISPS OF MIST
Driving along as the sun rises wisps of mist are seen,
Making ethereal patterns on all the shades of green,
The sun sparkles to awake the world to a new day,
Although earth wants under her wispy blanket to stay.
She fights a losing battle that we know she cannot win
And not to arise early this day, we feel, would be a sin,
For no clouds mar the sky, already vivid blue and clear,
The sun shines on another day as fall draws ever near.
Each day is a gift given to us to live long and so full,
So sun shine on these wispy mists that want to lull
The world into sleepiness so missing the morning glory,
Missing the awakening a of new day in all her beauty.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 29, 2002