Tyne Valley Mist Poem by Paul Reed

The ground was slumbering
Beneath your chilly wrapping
Absorbing the sun's bounty
Fiery energy sapping;

Obscuring sky and horizons
Lying heavy in the vale
Smothering the morning
Cradling hill and dale;

An exact moment arrived
With sufficient time spent
Which lifted your gloomy shroud
Made your clouded grasp relent;

And, like shy actors
Becalmed in creative rage
The submerged valleys glories
Entered upon the stage;

We had not misplaced
What sunny wavelengths yield
Once again tree and green slope
Are openly revealed;

The heights of the day
Upon our fortunes riding
Gave them back to us
They were only hiding.