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


Anonymous 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 ♥

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.

Junk Journal Penpals 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.