A Wisp Of Mist Poem by Ernestine Northover
A Wisp Of Mist
Was that a wisp of mist I saw, swirling across the lawn,
Drifting through the shrubbery, this early November’s dawn.
Frost had gathered on the grass, making it all crisp and white,
And so a chilly day has shown a vision of delight.
Winter’s fingers are moving and the land begins to freeze,
Dressed in a silver blanket by nature’s great expertise.
Icy world of sparkle, a unique transformation seen,
As a wisp of mist goes swirling slowly across the green.
You've described the natures winter wonder to a T Ernestine, thank you! *10*! Thad
You have wonderfully captured it well, Ern..A pleasure to read..
You have wonderfully captured it well, Ern..A pleasure to read..
Ernestine, driving home early Sunday morning the ground was all white from a heavy frost. A chill rose in the air. This wonderful poem reminded me of that and of the party I had been to on Saturday night. A pleasure to read and I felt the chill here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
The imagery in this poem is exquisite. Absolutely wonderful poem!
You've captured a beautiful winter scene here. Well written. Andrew x
This is just a very lovely poem, the imagery, and, of course, the sound of the words. Uriah
This is lovely Ernestine, wonderful imagery, you have captured a winters scene perfectly, best wishes Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:26:02 AM # 1.0.0
I love the way you observe, and glory in things natural. A serene, finely depicted piece. t x