Oak's leafy silhouette
dripping with dew
tall above the fog
watches the hills
birds in her bough
start to fidget
suddenly a cacophony
of birdsong
heralds her arrival
dressed in mauves and pink
she raises up from
the horizon
dragging the day reluctantly
behind
in their grey petticoats
turning the charcoal sky
to misty grey
a softer entrance today
always a little different
sometimes bold reds and yellows
she wears pastels
for her quick visit
fog hasn't done
with the morning yet
so she'll wait her turn
and come back later
Wendy Bremner
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