Mist

A poem from well,mist.

The early morning sunrise
So beautiful,rising in the east
Clouds accenting the good of it all

But soon
A freight train rolls in
The cloak of cloud embraces the earth

Morning people turn into ghosts
A shade darker than the fog
Look toward the heavens and you are dizzied with the sight
Calls echo in the mist

The ending chime tolls
Figures float out of the haze
They congregate and depart
And the mist is gone with them

Reviews

[sushi]

Lovely....

My favorite lines were...

"The ending chime tolls
Figures float out of the haze
They congregate and depart
And the mist is gone with them"

Thanks for the RR...