Just For You Poetry

Up from the ground rose the mist last night
Up from the ponds and streams
Drawn by the stars and the pale moonlight
Lured by the call of dreams

Up from the ground it rose and swelled
Into the night it swirled
Borne by a promise the darkness held
Between and around, it curled

There 'neath the stars and the smiling moon
It dawdled about the eaves
It moved to the sound of the crickets' tune
And swayed with the graceful leaves

With masterful silence, it crept 'bout the hills
Not one single soul did it wake
It stole through the meadows, thickets and villes
And nary a thing did it take

All that folks noticed when they woke in the morn
Were the traces it left by the trees
Like passed-over cotton...forgotten, forlorn
Swept quickly away by the breeze.

Beautiful Cindy, just like a mist creeping and seeping in everywhere,you poem flows wonderfully...

Thank you.

Very nice Cindy.

Thank you.

Nicely expressed Cindy, your poems are always meaningful. Thanks for sharing

Thank you.

Great cadence and meter You transported me to that misty place. Well penned and enjoyable