The mist moved across the field <br />swallowing up everything in its path. <br />A white blanket that hovered <br />inches above the ground. <br />It came in the cool of dawn <br />and vanished like a ghost <br />near the beginning of the day. <br />While it stayed, you could not see <br />anything within a foot of thee. <br />The mist that came like a sleeking ghost <br />was now gone after being hit <br />by the rays of the morning sun. <br /> <br />27 September 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mist-11/
