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Friday, August 26, 2016

Morning Mist

 

Morning Mist

In the morning, skies so gray,
Before the sun lights up the day,
I chanced upon a morning mist
That left the leaves and grasstips kissed
With the aqua of the dew,
It left a feeling with me, too
Something old and something new;
Something that comes with the mist again,
Never what, but always when.
 
Author Unknown

9 comments:

Micaela said...

So lovely. :)

Henny Penny said...

That is so pretty, both the poem and the picture.

Betsy Brock said...

Beautiful! I love fog. Not so much to drive through, but to look at!

DJan said...

I like to think that fog softens the edges of things and makes it all mystical. Love the poem. :-)

Summer said...

Simply beautiful! Have a wonderful day ♥

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Fat Dormouse said...

What a lovely photo - is it your garden?

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Fat Dormouse: Yes, that's the back of the property.
~Jo

Stella Jones said...

Another Autumnal post! But I'm not ready to let go of summer yet! Your garden looks lovely shrouded in mist.

L. D. said...

A perfect capture. Love the mood.