566 Hudson River, October Oct.8, 2015

Posted on March 22, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Ah!
The evanescent destiny of mist,
rising from the feeding streams, the chilly river.
What choice has mist but to be mist,
to filter sunrise into shimmering beams?
None but to gift its widows mite,
a crystal glimmering,
to rainbow this golden Autumn light.

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About Ken Greenman

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