Mist

Eric M. Vogt Copyright 2014

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

A faint fog lifts, invigorates
My world this morn and saturates
The soil where dormant seeds await
In memories of mind.

It sprouts in me a timid tale,
The scents and smells of summer trail
I tread, the salt of sea and sail,
And songs of better times.

There is a flavor in the mist
Of peppermint and licorice,
A girl I knew and loved and miss,
Youth’s fires that I long.

I delve in it and fly away
To land of bliss and dawn of ray,
To richer rhymes and simpler day
When love could do no wrong.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

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2 thoughts on “Mist

  1. There is a flavor in the mist
    Of peppermint and licorice… nice.. i always love when scent is embedded in a poem and it carries the emotion…. the feel of loss so well here

    • Thank you, Claudia. When I read your poetry, I think of colors. Bright and vibrant. The colors of the rainbow.:)

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