A forgotten friend peaks over the Cascades to say good morning.
She wipes away the constant mist like fog from a mirror.
And for a moment the Emerald City is wrapped in azure.
Always standing there behind gauzy grey clouds, she waits.
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the lazy muse 
This is very good! You framed it all in so few words. Wish I could do that!
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Wow. Thanks likeitiz. That makes me feel great.
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I like this unique take on the prompt.
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Thanks cynkingfeeling.
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I love this! It’s a perfect description of spring in the Pacific NW. I get a kick out of living in a place where “the mountain is out today” is a legitimate weather phenomenon. Great little poem, Jimmie!
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Wow. Thanks Christine, it means a lot to hear that.
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