Flushed by sun’s sweet morning kiss,
Wrapped in dewy mist’s embrace,
A golden gossamer veil is this,
That shimmers with distinguished grace.
Thickened fog a dense grey fleece,
That smothers light and casts a gloom,
These woods enrobed in shadowed peace
Flaunting their eerie morn costume.
Emma H, age 26, 15/03/2017