Misty Dawn Poem by David Boyce

Misty Dawn

As the clouds of mist rise over mountain tops
On a murky winters morn
A new day is just starting
With unclear skies at dawn

The mist slowly rises up skywards
With lots more for you to see
Like the mountain tops and villages
And the autumn coloured trees

The mist will slowly clear up
But the wind chill is about
The cold winter times ahead of us
For that there is no doubt

As grey clouds just fill the sky
With a marble effect of white
As the mist magically disappears
But there is no rain in sight


Written by David Boyce
10 November 2007