NaPoWriMo: The Swirling Mist

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.

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 14

I wrote a constanza for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge