Cascading MistA Story by Cherrie Palmerwhat we see in the night
A soft drizzling rain is all that was left from a tumultuous storm that had just passed. Black upon black is all I could see. Sunrise was several hours away, in the distant sky, lightning fled across a lover’s moon. The moaning of the wind drew me to the dancing curtain. Shadowy limbs billowed and swayed. While heavy leaves remained silently in place.
A twirling mist appeared on the rocks below. As those vapors reached slowly higher an ancient myth caused me to secure the window’s lock. Air now still and free of rain allowed me to hear a cry in its place. I rushed to the door, now standing outside and saw flowing white lace from the corner of my eye.
My feet were in motion before my mind could think and like an eluding dream she was
just out of reach. Cascading lace traced with mist danced through air as I grew ever nearer.
Whispering trees answered her cries as I came to a stop and realized I was lost. The mist
like a blanket held me tight and its silvery glow filled me with fright. I slowed my breathing to
catch my breath and woke in the morning fully at rest. I threw back my covers to rise from
my bed and stared with amazement to find a piece of lace in my hand.
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7 Reviews Added on January 30, 2018 Last Updated on January 31, 2018 Tags: mist_veil_trees AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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