Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Morning Mists


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.

12 comments:

Country Gal said...

Lovely poem and photo ! Not much different then England lol Have a good day !

Theanne said...

beautiful photo and words...there is something about the mist of morning!

cathy@home said...

Lovely picture and poem.

Snapper II said...

What a beautiful scene.

Sall's Country Life said...

Whoa, that is some gray mist! We have snow and wind coming in tomorrow, looks like spring is going to hold out a little while yet! Lovely poem!

Michelle said...

A perfect combo of words and photo.

Stew said...

That's got to remind you of home, just a little.

Terry said...

I can feel the soft air.

Tweedles -- that's me said...

I love mist tooo
and I love this poem!
love
tweedles

Betsy said...

That photo has such a cozy look to it! Make me want a cup of tea!

The Old Farm Bell said...

Hi! Jo,

Always love your poems. A pleasure to read. The capture of mist in the image is breathtaking!

Thanks for sharing this.

Have a beautiful day!

Blessings & Hugs,
Marlene

The Magical Christmas Wreath Company said...

Just discovered your blog recently, great way to start the day with a nice cuppa.