The misty morning

White mist has wrapped the cloister at the dawn.
Small drops of water have appeared from nowhere.
The morning's put them on green grasses stalks.
It has created unforgettable landscapes.

Water falls down from the old alder trees.
It is not raining, it's just the mist magic wet.
Drops fall, a brook at brown alder feet
returns* then ringing in solidified dull space.

Nights are becoming colder day by day.
Water in reservoirs has been well cleared up.
They look like mirrors, backlined with green sedge
and sagittarice's sharp arrows, aiming up.

Gauze** looking bloom is charming, catching sights.
Small flowers shine against background with white light.
Such mornings are more intimate***, than ones
warmed by the sun. The august calms the inner fight.

                by Thea Ariss
                07:20 - 07:50 / 18.08.2026

returns* - отзывается
gauze** - дымка
intimate*** - душевный, проникновенный