Home » Poetry » Poetry: “The mists”

Poetry: “The mists”

Some more weather based poetry.


The mists

The morning left
Its coat across
The weary beaten land

Damn and heavy
From the rain
That fell all through the night

Not a single breeze
Or gust of wind
No, the air stands deathly still

Each branch and stalk
Hangs broken
With the weight of that old cloak

It is only when
Some sunshine
Shines some light on sodden fields

That the coat dries up
And morning
Comes to gather up that coat


Copyright © 2017 · All Rights Reserved · Fantasy Transcendent


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s