slightly denser than fog,
bow their soft faces
until the silver moisture is shed.
the late morning sun,
these little lace umbrellas,
thriving in the fields,
go unnoticed by most.
by your presence,
respect the common;
give tribute and dignity
to her grace.
© 2016 Richard Havenga
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