The Morning Fog

The morning fog wraps the land in mystery, A ghostly shroud upon the sleeping fields, Where the silhouettes of trees loom tall, And every whisper of the wind carries, A promise of awakening beneath the surface.

Within the hushed stillness lies a charm, As nature pauses, holding its breath, Waiting for the sun to break through, And in that moment of gentle reveal, Life stirs, bright and vibrant, like a tale retold.

• George Mackay Brown