Early morning, <br />light with sun, <br />that’s still to rise. <br /> <br />Chilly is the air, <br />mist still rising, <br />from the pond. <br /> <br />A morning hush <br />mingles with <br />a rising damp. <br /> <br />Moon a ghost <br />shines dimly in <br />a misty vapour. <br /> <br />Outlook gloomy <br />her way forward <br />is not very clear. <br /> <br />Hunched up sad, <br />she stares down, <br />till a shiver runs. <br /> <br />Then a tear falls <br />slowly down to <br />wet her cheek.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholy-31/
