Natures Imagings Poem by Alison Gaff

This morning has a misty chill
And the tree tops look like islands
Floating in a soft marshmallow sea
The sun is like a laser beam
So bright that you dare not look

Then a tiny gap within the clouds
Reveals an opaque milky slither of moon
But just a glimpse is all I see
It was only there for a short while
Till clouds like curtains closed

Then glancing down along the gorge
A light breeze moves the mist along
Rolling into thick squishy fluffy balls
Then clouds and mist join seamlessly
So you can't see which was what

Now as I near my journeys end
The mist starts to dissipate
Colours are still dull and muted
But shapes are becoming more defined
In the weak glow of the sun.