Valley Of Mist Poem by Les Derbyshire

I wander in a valley full of mist today,
In cloud so low I feel its breath.
The scattered villages ghostly ride
Upon a sea of fine white silk,
Float silently among the fields.
Through muslin-curtained sky
I glimpse the sun's pale disc;
He finds no welcome here
And hurries on to warm some other hillside.
Nothing in your web will you catch today, spider!
It hangs in the hedgerow
A vision of bright diamonds.
Patient cattle in the yard
Breathe soundless clouds.
No flight of bird disturbs the grey-lit sky
Nor song delight the ear.
The muffled stream withholds its playful voice,
Glides softly on its way.
I turn aside
And through the enfolding air
I trace again my homeward road.



© Les Derbyshire September 2009