[217] Misty Morn

Early morn caught my ear

with calls and coos

and whisks of wind to hear

so up and out, I go

to walk the walk, I must,

as misty drops

fill up my heart,

and memories rise

from long gone rains

as peace is found

in the silence of sound

I walk the lane, I dream on foot

remembering where

I once belonged

...as the past persists

and gently wanes

forward, pause

listen, walk

and so I wonder in the wander

so I don't get lost in the misty morn

forgetting how

the songbirds sing,

call and coo,

and the soft breeze lingers

in the morning blues

creating new hues

for my dreams of morrow.