Mysterious Mist

Mysterious mist,
how I have missed you
wrapping and unwrapping
your gifts of seashore and sand.

So delicate, your will o’the wisp touch,
your fingers tightening my curls,
a delicacy of delight your butterfly kiss
damp upon forehead and cheek.

A distorting mirror in a circus
or a sideshow at the fair,
you twist things with your little fingers,
complicating our simple lives,
shape-changing them with dreams
and visions conjured from thin air.

Now you are here again, in my garden.
I welcome your presence among the trees,
your spirit enveloping the bees’ balm,
your crowning gift, soft-toned cone-flowers
where Monarch butterflies drift and reign.

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A golden oldie from way back when. I have nearly finished my next book – The Poet in Island View. When it is done and printed, I will start blogging regularly again. Meanwhile – relax, enjoy the joys of autumn.