Winter Mist

Morning mist on a February day.

Floats in the air like a bride's gauzy vail,

And strings glittering dew on the tall silent grass.

A soft blanket for winter's spring. 

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Static Hair

Static hair prickly and dry,

Stands out wide and stands up high.

Charged with a bolt conducted by me,

I hold on for a moment then set it free.

Wild as the wind it shoots off a far,

To burn down a tree or leave a scar.

Or maybe just maybe it will find me a friend,

And we'll be linked by lightening end to end.

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