Article  A Soft Morning There’s a mist upon the lea, Settles softly for me, There are hanging drops As Zennia leans, no props. The color of the trees are azure Because the haze over is pure. Bright spots of color are the blossom To contrast with the landscape’s sum Of gently blended greens and blues. This sweet, soft morning has,  its clues No dragging hose this day for me “Come soft mist,” I smile, “water for me.” Added By DonnaFlood Email rlfflood@cableone.net Category Other Poetry Author Donna Flood Add To Favorites Print This Article Email Article To A Friend Post Comments   Rate This Article (1) 1 - Poor2345 - Good678910 - Excellent Added On Wed Aug 20th,2008     Relevant Images  No images have been Uploaded    Discussion Board: grhsylvester(grhsylvester@aol.com) : Sun Sep 21st,2008 10:29 am Wow! You put me in the garden next to the leaning Zennia. Beautifully written. Thanks, George "Ray" Houston Post Comments