The Mist. Poem by David Boyce

The mist.

The mist along the mountainside,
Looks like the morning dew,
You are unable to see the tree tops,
No sun is shining through.

The sprinkles of rain is falling,
You can feel it in the air,
It will not be long now,
There will be rain showers everywhere.

The mist will help to feed the wildlife,
And help the plants to grow,
So the animals can store some food,
Ready for the winters snow.

The mist can look so eerie,
As you can't see very far,
And you feel lost when walking,
Because you can't see exactly where you are.


Written by David Boyce
28 September 2016