March Mist

I don’t plan to post every day but as I have a bit of a backlog to work through here is something from earlier this month:

March Mist


Yesterday was haze and brightness,

Hard to see against the sun

And the mild air hinted of spring.

But the mist came down in the space of half an hour…

It is still here today, damp and soft,

Calling up cool autumn mornings long ago,

Walking to school past dew-hung, cobwebbed hedges.

Birds sing – more as minutes pass

Late up today? Waiting for a breath of warmth to clear the air

Robins, blackbirds, chaffinches, and more,

their quick calls sharp against the constant shush of a road over there somewhere,

two fields away.

Then, purling and trilling, a lapwing – heard, not seen

The view of the distant fells has shrunk to barely half a field,

Ghost hedges fade into the grey

Ghost sheep graze.


Copyright © 2014 Fliss Watts


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