A Fog Bound Pre-Dawn Ride to Work

By Jeffry L’H. Tank

Earth Smells and Solitude.
Silver River Reflections.
Mist Shrouded Moon
Hanging low in the pre-dawn sky….

Fog bound orb
Swollen and moist,
Almost touching my shoulder.
          She joins me on my ride;
                    Sliding between barren branches
                              Reaching skyward.

Dew drop patterns
Sliding on my shield;
Windblown by my progress
          Through the mist.

                    I should have just kept
                              going……

© Jeffry L’H. Tank

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