Sep 2011
Shuffling through the ground fog
like fallen leaves.
Beneath a rust orange dawn,
feet damp
from autumn’s morning dew.
like fallen leaves.
Beneath a rust orange dawn,
feet damp
from autumn’s morning dew.
Composed early one morning while out walking the dog in the park near me. The fields near the river were thick with dew and ground fog and the sunrise just before the sun came up really was a rust orange.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
