Mist

poetry

Mist

 

 

slowly rolling across the land

blanketing everything as you pass

like clouds coming from the heavens

you cover it all in a thickened embrace

holding your secrets in the morning light

the way is lost, a journey made harder

what do hide, what treasures do you hold

the wonder of it all is that come the burning sun

you will go away

all your wonder and all your mystery

gone for another time and another day

 

Author's Note

All reviews welcome.

Reviews

[Ralphy]

a pleasant ode to the morning dew�nice write

[Nely Amorim]

a very whimsical question to ask of the mists.... I found it a perfect perception of what feelings it invokes.. loved it babe xxx