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Anticipation
by Clayton Parrish
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Quietly I wait for the sun to rise. Looking over my shoulder I see floating on a bed of leaves and twigs A faint wisp of the pre-dawn fog Chilling the last rays of a full moon. Carefully I wipe away the icy mist To reveal a sweet reminder of the simplicity of God's plan. A frog is peeping at me through the layers of debris. Without warning it suddenly explodes into the fog And is gone. I watch and wait. The day begins to wane as the sun sinks into the horizon Out of sight behind the layers of trees. I wait For the icy mist to be brushed aside. |
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