The ground was slumbering <br />Beneath your chilly wrapping <br />Absorbing the sun's bounty <br />Fiery energy sapping; <br /> <br />Obscuring sky and horizons <br />Lying heavy in the vale <br />Smothering the morning <br />Cradling hill and dale; <br /> <br />An exact moment arrived <br />With sufficient time spent <br />Which lifted your gloomy shroud <br />Made your clouded grasp relent; <br /> <br />And, like shy actors <br />Becalmed in creative rage <br />The submerged valleys glories <br />Entered upon the stage; <br /> <br />We had not misplaced <br />What sunny wavelengths yield <br />Once again tree and green slope <br />Are openly revealed; <br /> <br />The heights of the day <br />Upon our fortunes riding <br />Gave them back to us <br />They were only hiding.<br /><br />Paul Gerard Reed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tyne-valley-mist/
