A Soft Morning

By Donna Flood · 20 August 2008 · Other Poetry
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.”