Awaking to a land of lingering mist,
Creeping up the valley trickling between the trees,
Hugging them giving a gentle kiss
Just the tallest stand proud and true
With branches peeping tantalising through.
The lower branches and bushes are hidden from view.
Till a wind tugs, the misty veil on it’s way,
Shredding and dispersing it over the sea,
To begin another sunny beautiful day.
2023 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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