The mist persists, it will insist <br />it has the right to block the light <br />with trailing wisps of dirty white. <br /> <br />The mist is wrong and it will learn <br />to leave when it has served its turn <br />Because the sun will rise and burn <br /> <br /> the remnants of the mist away <br />There is no way that it can stay <br /> once the bright sun comes out to play. <br /> <br />The mist defeated has to go. <br />It leaves reluctantly and slow <br /> but where it goes I do not know. <br /> <br />It will return with fall of night <br />lurk in the darkness hid from sight. <br /> Unless outlined by the moonlight. <br /> <br />The silver light makes it appear <br />to be the ghosts which cause men fear. <br />But they will quickly disappear <br /> <br />When banks of cloud obscure the light. <br />Be re-absorbed into the night. <br />to their dismay but men’s delight. <br /> <br />The mists persist they wont desist <br />as long as day and night exist <br /> and if they did they would be missed. <br /> <br />The moisture which the mist supply <br /> the plants trees drink thirstily. <br />Without the mists some plants would die. <br /> <br />1-Jun-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demystified-for-m-lady-cate/
