The mists that linger across the moor,
Drifting and swirling above the ground,
Are eerie as they travel around,
Making the landscape so obscure.
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Terrific job of the difficult abba rhythm, Ernestine. The beginning made me think of scenes from Sherlock Holmes, but then a more wordly feeling of comfort prevailed; all completed by a fitting crescendo. Best wishes :) jack.
A poem full of authority and atmosphric beauty, Well done again darling Love duncan X