Missing
The Mist.
Did you miss the mist?
Were you still asleep?
I watched it as it came
As you were counting sheep.
I know there was a halo
It came and disappeared
A luminescence of light
That slowly reappeared.
It was a magic moment
A veil of obscurity
It felt just like a blanket
A second of security.
And then the daylight came
Sneaking like a thief
Here one second then gone
All so very brief.
Moisture clung to foliage
Silver dewdrops fell
Quietness soaked the morning
Tween the hill and knell.
I felt a sense of belonging
Affinity with Earth the Sea and the sky
I watched the mist you missed
I felt that I could fly.
Did you miss the mist this morning?
It rolled like a new flavour
What I saw left me in awe
The memories I will savour.
©
David Rudder
2023
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