Mist on the Savannah

On a Southern fall morning, unseasonably cold

I witness surreal scenery unfold

Mist rising from the Savannah river on my drive

Like wisps of smoke, giving a Halloween-like vibe

In the grayish pre-dawn darkness

Spellbinding in its other-worldliness

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From a place of awe, to the present world I return

Like always, a picturesque sight makes me yearn

To capture it quickly in my lens

To preserve beauty is a desire intense

But I am on a freeway, and cannot make

An arbitrary stop, simply to take

A picture on my phone, therefore I try

To imprint on my mind the vista I drive by…

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My morning drive takes me through this scenic way

The river looks majestic at the break of the day

Through all four seasons, a treat I get

For my eyes as I drive, but I still regret

That I cannot share what I have seen

Free from being captured by my lens the river has been

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“A sight so touching in its majesty”

The landscape reminds me of Wordsworth’ poetry

Though it’s not London seen from Westminster bridge, the sentiment

Is astoundingly similar to a great extent

Since I do not have the words to describe what I see

I just invoke Wordsworth’s vivid imagery…

Suddenly I realize that I do not feel

To capture the scenery in a camera reel

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So here is my attempt to transform

A visual treat into a verbal form…