Miss Mist

Here she comes Miss Mist billowing in from the horizon.
She loves to linger there and bloom-
Building herself several petticoats gauzed
Grey enough to approach and droop herself
Across this lagooned town.

I feel her touch my skin with cold points.
A breeze swirls her here, then there...
She echoes the spaces she is not
Filtering sound and light at will.


There she goes bundling up her skirts
Gushing herself onto others somewhere.
Left here my fingertips trace her film of
Globules. She tastes of summer to me.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-04-28 at 00:48

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Sid Gardner
I remember walking across a meadow, through the mist on a bright bitterly cold winters morning, Suddenly the sun shone through and illuminated a multitude of silver diaphanous spiders webs. That mist had frozen in seconds transforming the very moisture hanging in the air. Isn't nature wonderful when you get up at the crack of dawn to fish through a hole in the ice.
2013-06-25


Blilith
I want to be Miss Mist
2013-06-17


Commentally Ill
miss mist was my third grade teacher. you make her sound nice here, but in truth she was an ogre in a mini skirt.

:)
2013-05-13


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the personification of this - awesome writing here :)
2013-04-29



This is beautiful! The title, the natural flow, use of language, and that awesome final line make it an instant fave. *Wow*
2013-04-29


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
You've come to where I am, as very good poems do. We've had weeks of almost endless rain and cool weather and there isn't a river or stream or creek that hasn't risen beyond its uaual place. Last night about midnight one could see misty rain "approach and droop herself" on the fields and then the houses. I couldn't have written it nearly as well as you have, nor yet believe it "tastes of summer to me."
2013-04-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, she's visited here a few times recently, bringing with her that same welcome flavor.
2013-04-28



i am glad to see you back
2013-04-28



Like the line 'she echoes the spaces she is not.' Calm, quiet, misty verses that remind us what we like most about nature poetry.

William
2013-04-28


shells
A luscious piece, just brilliant, fog has now become attractive.
2013-04-28