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The blue mist~ by Dawnell Harrison

The rain and hail drop
As a blue mist rides

Through the apple-ridden
Orchard.

A star falls as the winged
Apples glide through the air

And topple onto the leaf-ridden
Ground.

The pink peonies yawn
At our sides and slide

From the earth unharmed.
The world echoes silence,
Silent as a mirror.

 © Dawnell Harrison

 
 

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Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 75 journals and magazines.