The mist swirls in before dawn’s light
Spectral shapes with various forms
Bring imagined grey, secret swarms.
Yet fog could bring a magic sight–
From lake, a lady with a sword
From hills, a vanished town restored.
No fear comes then, instead delight
Ensorcelled, enchanted, amazed
My mind and body in a daze.
Too soon, the misty swirls take flight
And I resume the morning’s chores
Opening cupboards, closing doors.
Now jonquils dance in sunshine bright
Gone the grey, the fey universe
Remembered only in a verse.
I wrote a constanza for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge