Mist Poem by Oliver .........

I have espied
The product of heaven
Falling towards the aloofness
of winterish trees.

The lesson in the sky
For earnest consideration,
I wish I were always
Exact and eager to learn.

Advent of each dawn
Springs from a valley
That muses on love in every wise,
Which I can't judge.

Chalices of night are filled
But gently lost
To a dawn in solitude,
I come to this sight

Of a large receptacle
Bordered by those trees
Which solemnly rest
With that love's mist!