Cold Woods Suspend a Mist Today
Cold woods suspend a mist today
That suspends a pale sun,
And waits to do the same
Tonight with pale stars, with whitened moon,
Then filter nighttime's darkest rays 
To make tomorrow’s heavy dew.

But now an hour into afternoon 
The hanging mist begins to gray
The in-betweens between the trees
And filter yellow, red and green 
Into unfamiliar hues.

Suspended sun:
Today cold woods’ suspended mist has won.
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