Glowing Ghosts and Sudden Color


The early morning slogs its way through the fog without much to brag about.  Street lights hang like glowing ghosts; somberly waiting.  Scurrying colors suddenly appear.  An unexpected actor from behind the curtains of mist; a figure wrapped in crimson, gold and green hurries by.  Bracelets sing a quick jingle as a shawl is pulled more tightly.  Then the form is swallowed like the memory of a dream upon waking.  The curtains close again to await the next scene.

River of Stones entry.

Copyright Jean Mishra 2012

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