MISTS OF MORN
Today there was a mist as the sun came up,
As if some grey hand wants to scoop and sup
From the lake to quench some deep thirst,
Then float away and without a rain burst.
It left the area looking refreshed and clean
And now a clear blue sky is eagerly seen,
The sun, though not as yet her brilliant self,
Still shows her the promise of her wealth.
The birds feathers glow more bright in the sun
And their songs sweeter, the stream also does run
More pleasing to the ear and eyes this lovely day,
As mists of morning wipe the night cobwebs away.
(Miliicent) Ann Margetson 31 August 2005