Pre-Dawn Mist in Early Autumn

Drawn out of dreams

Sleepy eyes look forward

To work

To school

To the waking world.

Eyes on the road

Minds on the day

Looking ahead into the mist

Passing under arboreal arches

Guided by an earthbound gaze

Blind to the  song of light and shadow

Playing to greet the dawn.

Shining through the leafy canopy

The streetlights’ glow is

Broken by branches into brilliant beams

Where drizzly droplets dance

In the tunnel of dreams.


About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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