Mist?
Too thick,
and you
might lose
your way,
Confused!
Too thin,
and then,
it burns off fast–
too soon!
By glare of sun,
perhaps,
your eye and skin abused,
ere noon!
But,
In Between–
there’s the delight!
the glowing veil
so softly covers,
and the mode
suits not the rushers
of this world. . .
but nurtures
thought
and feeling,
root
and bloom,
trunk
and fresh green leaving,
with time
and space
granted by the gentle grace
of light
diffused.