Trees in the mist

The mist didn't lift at all today, very gloomy and damp. But one of my favourite fields still looked beautiful.




Sentinels In The Mist


On a morning walking
a veil drawn grey
across the Sun
light pale from the East
a scent of rain
droplets in the wind
a softness breathes
across my eyes
a corner turned
and there....
wraiths appearing
sentinels in the mist
they stand
a line
marching down
to shadow
Walking on
the trees dissolve
as my footsteps fade

Thomas Pender
Ireland