Morning Mist

In the gentle embrace of dawn’s sweet light,
A veil of mist hangs soft and slight;
It clings to the grass, like a lover’s sigh,
As the day awakens, and shadows fly.

The world is hushed, still wrapped in dreams,
As the sun peeks through, with golden beams;
And as the mist begins to wane,
The beauty of morning is ours to gain.

Each blade of grass with dew adorned,
Whispers secrets of being reborn;
So let us cherish this fleeting bliss,
In the magic of morning, life’s gentle kiss.

• E J Brady