Foggy Morning Woods Poem by Vincent Bayer

Wrapped in the soft shroud of daybreak
The tree tops rise above the veil of fog
Like slumbering giants,
Only half hidden by the earthbound clouds.
The world seems immersed
In private reflection,
absorbed in the simple beauty
Of a foggy morning.
Even the birds give reverence
In the church like silence...

Reluctant to begin
The sunrise hangs in thoughtful anticipation.
As if unwilling to illuminate
Those secret silent places
Where the forest still whispers
Of things unknown to man.
But the spell is finally broken
And the fog retreats to its nebulous realm,
And the sun! !
Glorious sun! !
Giver of life
Dispeller of darkness,
Unfolds upon the land
Like the opening scene
Of some grand opera...