Misty Morning

This morning the world has a duvet
Of grey and pearly white
It is as if some kindly mother
Covered the fields for the night
And this morning’s lazy sun
Dilatory in the sky
Comes too late to lift the blanket
Seems not keen to try
And underneath the silver damp
Our feet make silent sound
While the dogs are splashed with silver
As they dance around
This morning the world is in muted colours
Under a muted sky
And as we look, above our heads
The silver swans fly by

©️jj 2020

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