Misty Lake

Through what feels like the mists of time
And across an ancient landscape
From a distance, a picture appears
Grey objects slowly start to take shape

Many different shades of grey
Make up this peaceful tranquillity
As mists drift across the centre
Bringing trees into visibility

A few ducks slide across this mirror
Of pale opaque waters
Leaving little ripples in their wake
Sailing about like toy yachters

The mists swirls, revealing more scenery
Trees scattered along the edges
Through the gaps. more in the distance
Some tall and stout above the hedges

All these are mirrored in the water
With the mists floating all around
A landscape of so many greys
Yet, a haven here is to be found.


I found a wonderful photo of a misty lake on a friends profile and really enjoyed writing this poem about it.  Thank you John.

© Lis Bull 2013