walking through a cloud of grey
the beginning of a quiet day
I felt a tickle on my face
a soft caress, a moment’s grace
and smiled
as I was gently kissed
by the tender morning mist
tio stib
2020
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Kissed by mist. I like that. I’ve been kissed by Steamboat Geyser… and a few others. Some of my best memories. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
You are most welcome. May you be kissed often by our Mother Nature.