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.
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.
12 comments:
Good Morning, Jo!
I slept in - late! No morning mist for me today, ;-)
Have a great day, think it will turn out to be a nice Saturday!
What a beautiful photo and the poem captures it perfectly.
beautiful photo and the accompanying poem is perfect
I love the mist in the mornings and in my rush to work, I wish I could stop and take a picture of it--It's so lovely, just like the verse!
Lovely photo and poem. Our Saturday turned out beautiful. Have a good evening.
Just lovely, Jo.
I love this photo and I really love the birdhouse. It looks like a "bird condo".
Hugs,
Kay
Beautiful poem!
I love mist, and I love this poem and photo!
love
tweedles
That photo just makes me feel cozy! Put the kettle on, Jo! :)
That is a mist, very spooky. Looks very Novembery too, doesn't it. I see the geese are back! Thank you for your welcome!
hi to all abritintn.blogspot.comers this is my first post and thought i would say hello to you all -
regards speak again soon
garry m
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