Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

Mist

Early morning vapors emulate a lady's veil, 
diaphanous, a softly shifting secrecy; 
as constant as the tide and deathly pale, 
feathering the lake in fragile mystery. 

Minstrels scarce can sing with proper import 
of the dawning of the day in violet haze; 
e'er we hear the skylark, mother nature's joyous consort, 
and sunshine bathes the fields with warming rays. 

First light is fully fledged, the veil is lifting, 
the surface shines, a vision sparkling bright; 
day fades to dark, again the morn comes drifting,
and mist sprawls like a specter from the night

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Ilene Bauer August 9, 2015 at 9:14 PM keith - it is a privilege to read your poetry! i love this entire poem but especially "feathering the lake" and "first light is fully fledged" - just gorgeous! Keith Bickerstaffe August 9, 2015 at 9:50 PM Thanks SO much my dear! I'm so grateful for your continuing support and encouragement. My best wishes to you! Keith