A Poet's Haven

the morning came
with a grey mist

a morning dove’s
soulful rendition
to its absent love

echoed through
the misty sky
in a chilling
manner

they struggled
to drive away

the chilly mist
of this Autumn
day

as freckles
fell from the
Heaven’s

one by one
to the sound

of the
morning mist

drop by drop
falling from
leaf to leaf

a freckle
seeking
freedom

casting it’s
soul to the
Heaven’s

from the
dust of
Star’s
we came

and on to
the Star’s

we shall
return

October 6, 2013
#autumn
#morningmist