Pass to Mist

She awakens to a gray and gloomy
stormswept springtime day
yet even though it feels as if
the gloom had come to stay
she looks again
and to her great surprise
there are particles of sunlight
dancing there, within the rain
and so she starts to dream of dewdrops
on the green and growing grass
that pass to mist in early morn
as sunlight and blue skies
are born again . . .


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