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Morning Fog

by Cerra Davis

The brightness blinds my soul
Like the early morning sun rays
Reds, oranges and yellows flooding who I am
I feel the shifting happening
Like sand through your hands

Changing ever so slowly
Darkness creeps in
Grey, blues, and finally black
Like a thunderstorm kept at bay
You fade away

Swirling into a mist
Like an early morning fog
Only a memory of what used to be.

09/10/2009

Author's Note: Just a random passing thought as the sun rose this morning over the dry crusted hills.

Posted on 09/10/2009
Copyright © 2025 Cerra Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/10/09 at 08:00 PM

... well done!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/10/09 at 08:01 PM

I like the use of colors here. I look forward to seeing more of your work! :-)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/13/09 at 01:25 AM

You use very colorful imagery to symbolize the emergence and fading of some relationship(s).

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/14/09 at 07:06 AM

Nice!

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