Mist ethereal

The mist above the river
was ethereal today
most evident on the bypass
as back home we made our way
The golden of the sunshine
like a yellow echo there
as we drove into the spectral
which consumed most everywhere

And an eerie still descended
as we switched our headlights on
to light the way before us
as through the murk they shone
But as we headed eastward
the mist was left behind
and the golden of the evening
was once more there to find

©Jemverse

Photo – mist rising over the Adur valley, Shoreham, A27 bypass – Jempics

Kew Bridge

I felt like an intruder
at the glory of the dawn
As sun behind the early mist
warmed up the early morn

But the river was embracing
and welcomed me to stay
As Kew awoke to wonder
and another Springtime day

©Jemverse

 

Mist this morning

Morning mist hovers, silent this morning

Over the meandering course

Of a tributary born of the Adur

Attesting to Nature’s quiet force

Winter’s sad foliage hangs limply

The green a dull grey now it seems

The halcyon days of the summer

Now just a thing of its dreams

And through this picture of quiet abandon

I travel immune to the cold

Cocooned in the warmth of this carriage

I am bound to do as I’m told

Yet a part of me yearns to be out there

Treading the loam of the field

Shoreham’s rural vestiges clinging

To the southern arm of the Weald

There is fortitude there in the making

Something to seize and embrace

A treasure that beckons and calls me

Unique, it would seem, to this place.

©Jemverse

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