Mists of moisture rising from the pearled pond,
Warm air mingling with cold.
Slow in motion,
Streaming ivory veils of mist riding the air waves,
Wrapping around my arms,
Turning the tiny hairs white, before sinking to the ground,
And dissipating into the atmosphere,
Like a lace wedding veil,
Tossed into the air,
Floating down in waves of softness.
A slight breeze disturbs the veil,
And the mist swirls again.
A green backdrop of evergreens.
A promise of beauty,
A hint of winter.
By Roxy Whalley – January 2010