.4. Creeping Mist Poem by David Threadgold

Through cold lonely woodlands
The mist slowly creeps
To cover the ground
Where a young rabbit sleeps

It goes round the trees
Through the leaves on a bush
Moving so slowly
With no need to rush

But what is it seeking
A moons eerie glow
A mystical sight
Where it chooses to go

All now is covered
What secrets it keeps
In this cold lonely woodland
Where the mist often creeps


© 2008 David Threadgold
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