Morning Fog

MORNING FOG

Morning fog is a secret spell of nature
Drives away  restless mood from mind.
And at once the songs that birds of spring are singing
Makes this  noises rare and one of a kind.

The fog flies above the sky so transparent,
Above the rested houses and trees.
Tears of young rain are falling down
Like coins drops and making real all of ours believes.

Morning foggy shadows are moving
To the coast of breathing softly earth
And the gloomy light is slightly looking
Giving the rushing day its gentle birth.

Maybe the fog is a guest in rainbow colors
Or just secretly it trying to resist
The party of the loving summer
Only showing how marvelous it is for him to exist.

© Copyright: Julia Bruslavskaia, 2024