i rise slowly
in black & white the greys.
emerge from the dark brick tunnel...
out of blacknesss
the heavy fog
rise through the mist with wet breath.
silhouette of tendrils uncoiling out
the air hung with a distant echo melody in the wood.
cradled by the web of grey
spilling out
a vapour dream
flashes of fire sudden for fire flies flash by fir trees.
burst of orange bliss
a dandelion queen explodes into the storm cloud
the earth is soaked
and the roots are thriving
dew drops
on
cobwebs
inhale the land...
this misty morning
she sings to me again.
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