Thought I would share this poem I wrote ten years ago.  I love walking though misty mornings, hearing different sounds before to I spy what made them.  The landscape comeing into view as I walk along. 

Hope you like this one 

Lissie 

 

Through Misty Woods

When everything

just gets to me

there's this place

I escape to

along the path

through misty woods

Tall trees stand there

disappearing

into the mists

leading to peace

my haven there

through misty woods

Shadows abound

mysteries here

somewhere to hide

no one would know

here I can walk

through misty woods

These mossy trees

standing in line

leading me on

along the track

to my escape

through misty woods

© Lissie Bull 2014 

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