Misty Morning
Serenity encapsulated.
How is it that something so simple,
Can draw the breath from your chest,
And leave you awed?
What artists would give
To master the technique behind
Such a unique form!
To have people gaze,
Stop in wonder
And admire the sight.
Whispers of moisture leave
Evidence of their presence,
Sprinkled along velvety petals,
Glittering upon webs.
Worlds disappear behind
The frail curtain.
A tree? Or perhaps a bus?
A children's game of hide-and-seek
Played by nature.
Then all too soon,
As it had come,
It disappears before your eyes.
The day begins,
The land stirs awake,
And the mist's calm is
All but a whisper in your mind.
