A Misty old morning
a can
Cambrian sleep in
misty it hung low
not much could we seeWe knew it was hiding
it’s white dreamy substance
The great cloak of storm land
someones confiding
The melee of stalks flying this way and that way
heaving their sighs of relief
to be there
bird life secreted eyes closed and dreaming
rock a bye baby
your absolute grief
comes to the fore
in the flailing wind salad
i am just very glad To be here
indoors
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.