Dawn Mist

Mist.
Cold and wet.
Fresh as the forest.
Bird sounds cry and judder.
Sunlight tries to beam,
peer and catch the glisten of the bubbling stream.
Ashen browns, and blue grey air.
Rich greens of life.

And you,
here among this dewful day.
This dawn, in God's grey breath.
Cool as the sea,
and alive as a silken butterfly's wing.
Orange and black.
Gentle in flight.
Up above the damp hug of earth fog we fly,
to a shimmering bright sky.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.