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.
Lovely poem and photo ! Not much different then England lol Have a good day !
beautiful photo and words...there is something about the mist of morning!
Lovely picture and poem.
What a beautiful scene.
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!
A perfect combo of words and photo.
That's got to remind you of home, just a little.
I can feel the soft air.
I love mist tooo
and I love this poem!
That photo has such a cozy look to it! Make me want a cup of tea!
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,
Just discovered your blog recently, great way to start the day with a nice cuppa.
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