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.
So lovely. :)
That is so pretty, both the poem and the picture.
Beautiful! I love fog. Not so much to drive through, but to look at!
I like to think that fog softens the edges of things and makes it all mystical. Love the poem. :-)
Simply beautiful! Have a wonderful day ♥
What a lovely photo - is it your garden?
Fat Dormouse: Yes, that's the back of the property.
Another Autumnal post! But I'm not ready to let go of summer yet! Your garden looks lovely shrouded in mist.
A perfect capture. Love the mood.
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