Dawn Mist

The dawn mist blankets dale and hill

it hovers as the sun wakes

in my garden still

softening colours with a gentle light

Leaving my sleep-warm bed behind

my hand extension in my grasp

my night-shirt flappin

with urgency to catch this pure delight

before it bursts in glory

Alone in my own universe

I do my best to gather this gentlest of all lights

my concentrated gaze and lens

drink in the flowers water vapour wrapped

refreshed, preening their plumage

gracefully posing for me here and there

The greens are softened,

pink and blue enhanced

mere moments does this light so rare

sent just to gladden one lone heart endure



The faeries twitter round my dew drenched feet

my mist soaked nighty clinging to my knees

a gentle fluttering around my head

crowns me with diamond dew drops

gleaming in my hair

Gold rays of sun

with flash of sword the mist dispel

which I alone enjoyed

uplifting soul and strengthening belief

alone, cold, wet I stand

absorbed in my own wonderland.