Poet in the Rain

The outer world is dusted in a gentle mist unfurled

thick enough to cause to disappear, amid smoky jaws at once unclear,

trees in hush did in vapor seem to freeze while growing distant there

from my watcher’s spot I can view the lot as sought in wonder thought

where I know lie they in short remoteness stare back at me

without any lack of mystery or depth of bewitchery

the world in hazy air lays curled asleep while I at watch do keep

this early morning which seems adjourning from clear sight returning

away from the spot whereupon I stand and view this calmly ventured land.