An opaque haze.
A seemingly unconquerable maze.
A puff of white vapor
That never fails to amaze.
Beauty and complexity
That leaves onlookers in a daze.
A radiating but perplexing fog
Dancing under the sunlight
A complicated and incomprehensible smog
Continuously swirling and twirling
As if dancing
Outside the house made of logs
As if celebrating,
She flew gracefully over the bog.
Adorning the clear waters
Capturing attention Like a lovely fluttering sash,
A beauty unfazed.
A waft passes by,
As if seeking praise.
Lingering in her beckoning gaze.
This story was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Promptly written” Publication.
The Morning Mist