MIST ROSE FROM the tops of trees like their departing souls. The leftover frost glittered in the sun as it lifted into the sky, dawn having vanished. Only the sharp, watered down turquoise sky remained. With it, it bore the new day’s newborn sun, hot touch warming the wintry veil that had condensed on the trees. Light glowed through the mist, radial stars gleaming at the stop where blue met frothy white.
Written: 12 Dec 2015