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
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
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.
Lovely dear Tio
Thank you.
Lovely delicate prose full of subtle gentleness 🙂
Thank you.
This is such a tender feeling.