Mist Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The misty morning,
Gave me no warning,
As I couldn't see through it.

This misty morning,
Lead me through more mist,
As I walked through it,
Not looking at anything much.

The mist led me to think mysterious,
Perhaps something scary,
Something so serious,
Maybe yet something romantic.

In the white and wet mist.
In the white and wet mist.

I sometimes conjectured,
Whether the mist and I were friends.

It seemed we walked hand in hand,
I was happy,
As long as the mist was at hand.