Acadian Mist

Silvery mist swirls. The scent of sea-roses sings To the warbler's heart. Old-man's-beard drips rain From the gnarled, sea-blasted spruce. The wild loon laughs. The jade sea crashes Against stern and blood-red cliffs. The Peregrine stoops. Out of the mist dives The Falcon, in a death-dance With the swallow. Silvery mist swirls Around stern and bloody cliffs. The wild loon laughs.

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