A Misty Morning by Mary Etta Mietcalf

the mist shrouds the trees and gives the lake a mystical look
gazing across the water you can just see the shape of a loon
it gives out its haunting cry as a buck and doe creep out to drink
there is so much serenity on the lake in a misty morning

thru the silence one can soak in the sights that takes the breath away
the beauty is beyond imagination even a painters brush cant capture
as the sun begins to rise the mist begins to fade clearness begins to return
there is so much serenity on the lake in a misty morning

you stand there for a minute trying to remember the sight you just saw
nothing can take its place the mist only shows in the early fall before the snow
the inspirations drawn from it somehow stays only within the minds eye
there is so much serenity on the lake in a misty morning

every year it draws you back like a magnet just to see the misty lake at dawn
when temperatures drop during the night and warms slowly in the morning
this the dream one has all year long waiting for the reality to occur again
there is so much serenity on the lake in a misty morning

End of the poem

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