That holds the rain and the green
In its fine embrace?
Morning darkness falls
Just at the edge of the rain;
Mist is all around.
Horns in the bushes--
Two cows enjoy a new feast--
Crunching and crunching.
Figures in the mist:
Mother and son between drops
Of unfallen rain.
A mourning dove calls
From deep within the forest.
Then it's all around.
A clamor of crows
Arguing incessantly
About the weather.
Shadows in the sky:
Two geese silently flying
Softly disappear.
The mist fallen road
Made gentle by the soft cloud
That has descended.
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