mist of cloud and fog, <br />hover in suspension, <br />float unmoving above <br />mantles of tiny beads of dew <br /> <br />clothe the lawn in their moist residue, <br />cling to blades of grass, greenbuds <br />and flowers yet unopen to the sun <br />are licked and bathed, <br /> <br />the reign of dawn so short, <br />innocent childhood of the day <br />accompanied concert of chirping birds <br />cawing, spreading wings, cocking heads <br />prance and hop on the lawn, <br />searching for new prizes <br /> <br />the sun in puberty, peeps out of the sky <br />dissovlving clouds and fog, <br />the diaphanous raiment is lifted <br />to reveal a new form of beauty <br />proud in its naked state, <br />before covering itself with glorious beams <br /> <br />outshine in momentary glare of revelation <br />has come of age, <br />stares a dfferent kind of light, <br />stuns the misty dew<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scattered-mists-and-yellow-skies/
