Midnight Mist
What a time it is,
Straw gently falls into a wisp,
The sky is clear but the mist is thick
Birds rest in their nests, resting on a stick.
Humans lay to rest, in there homes of brick.
Midnight Mist
Untouched, Unharmed;
Slowly blows through the midnight farms.
Above the grass it drifts gently.
All lights are waiting off for miles,
Stars sit in twinkling piles.
Midnight Mist
Whispers in the wind.
The sun peaks from the mountain top and it’s the end.
For today we are hard at work.
At Midnight the mists will lurk.
Poetry
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