Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.
Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
Monday 29/04/19 Trains & Morning Mist
Tag: Mist
Wednesday 17/05/19
Mist hangs in the air,
Hiding and disguising things,
To slowly reveal.
They saved Notre Dame,
Pompiers de Paris praised,
A hard brave battle.
Forced to write some more,
Connection is so stubborn,
Not uploading yet.
Monday 08/04/19 G’night!
It’s that time again!
Time for bed and sweet sleeping,
Drift away on clouds.
The moon’s a thin slice,
Shrouded in mist it glows through,
So much in shadow.
Monday 08/04/19
It’s so gray today,
The mist hangs from cloudy skies,
Enshroulding the land.
The train speeding on,
Uncaring and un-seeing,
Sees not, Spring’s waiting!
Friday 22/02/19 Misty Morning
Misty morning roads,
Making things to dissappear,
And lights shining bright.
It’s not very cold,
Wet, yes it’s wet, you feel it.
Good to get inside.