Not like summer
hot humidity
a coolness of spring
a mist, moving
light on the air
Yet the sounds, the motion
waking of new morning
tamped down, slowed
muted, the edges,
as if by sticky air
The web of the morning clouds
lowered to the ground
our world ensnared, wrapped
as if held in a web
in the blanket of the mist
Edited November 2, 2013
“Sticky Air – v4”
Edited April 24, 2013
“Sticky Air – v2”
May 19, 2010
“Sticky Air”
about our walk to the
Pembroke Village School
Pembroke, NH
May 19, 2010
and the quiet this morning
because of the rain
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