In the morning, skies so gray,
Before the sun lights up the day,
I chanced upon a morning mistThat 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.
the poem is as beautiful as the photo.
Nice poem! You must have written it because you always give the author, but this one is unattributed. If you wrote it, you did a great job, it's filled with lovely images. :-)
Lovely poem! I love those dewy mornings!
Lovely verse, so appropriate. Have you had many mornings with fog in August? Weather lore says that is the prediction of winter snows, but I've never found it to be so.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Loved the poem, fantastic photo as always.
We have that same morning mist here in central KY. So beautiful!
Jo, The poem goes perfectly with the picture. I also love the two previous posts. Your cat is so sweet looking. Smiles, Susie
I really like your photo -- and the poem.
Love the morning mist & the sweet poem.
A beautiful "natural" reminder... to be alive :o)
Thanks! for sharing. Have a great week!
Blessings & Hugs,
Very haunting photo. Made all the more so by the contrast of the bright white fence. J.
I feel that feeling too!
Gorgeous photo, Jo.... Do you know that according to weather lore, the number of fogs in August determine the amount of snow we'll get in winter?????
Hope you are having a great day.
This poem and picture evoke memories of hot summer afternoons spent swimming in the creek down a dusty road aptly named 'Hurricane Creek'.
When I come here ( and I do often so leave the kettle on! )I feel as though I am transported to that rhythmic landscape of undulating hills and mountains with their deep, cool valleys. Thanks for allowing this Tennessee transplant to visit often with someone who loves her as much as I do.
Lovely shot that strikes a nice mood! Richard
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