Upon the misty mountain high
trees tipped & tinged still be
fog lies low its darkness feeds
from tangled threads it weaves.
Birds perched upon the wire
shivered shaken feathers feel
nests coated cold still holds
sunrays lost & winter's fold.
Foggy foggy daylight come
resting on the grass afar
scattered jewels of colours shine
crystals lovely hidden in time.
Trees ghostlike hold your magic
steeped in wonder fog-wet dew
deep & dark the forest bears
secrets from a land yet fares.
Foggy foggy daylight come
your fingers dipped in earth
dank & moist cold as graves
lift your mantle from the fray.
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