Mist
There was nothing to see but only mist
Running here and there, and grabbing the trees
Oh, my feelings, there were many to list.
Giving mystical look, shrouding the trees
An owl’s screech, then a squirrel’s panic twists
Gazing higher, saw pretty eyes with glee
In misty clouds lingering on a breeze
Of sweet times, I saw the path and fears ceased.
+++
August 27, 2014
Form: Ottava Rima
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Mist by nette onclaud
**I missed the contest**
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment