MISTY SHROUD
When the sun rises over the lake in a misty shroud,
A ghostly orb of red still so very noble and proud,
The day promises to be beautiful, the mists fade,
And though you wait, soon the lake will turn to jade.
I watched the mist clear all around the lake still draped
In the misty warm looking shawl like some large capped
Protector, and when she was ready to show her face,
The mist departed and the lake sparkled with grace.
The sun is wending her way across the vivid clear blue sky,
Many birds still at the feeder keep on eating as you go by,
The frosted grass now is giving up her gift of early dew,
And the world seems to be rejoicing now all is in view.
Autumnal days that begin with mists that remain at dawn,
Will turn into days that are fresh but still hold the warm
Of summer days and all treasure those special kind of days
That fills us with joy and happiness with the late summer rays.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 October 2005