The Lake And The Day Poem by Phil Soar

A mist drifted across the lake and the mirror image observed yesterday was gone
It was cold, and the light morning breeze made the mist dance across the surface
Swaying as it did like a filigree ballet dancer’s tutu, and swirling in circles
The morning beginning to reach for the warmth of the rising sun
And as swans swam lightly by, straining their necks as they welcomed the new day
It was magical.
I sat on the deck and watched the performance from nature, and applauded the show