The blue mist

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.

From: 
Dawnell Harrison




ABOUT THE POET ~
Dear editors:, I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others., Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes. Thank you.


Last updated February 12, 2013