Wednesday 27th May
.
The mist creeps in
Then crawls back out
Obscuring the land
Eerily grey about
The sun’s warmth is there
Trying to burn through
Turning the sky
A cerulean blue
.
Thinking of you
And missing you always
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
.
xxxxx
Mist rolls in over Man’s Head
The sea is there somewhere
A few groups on the sand
Misty harbour
But there is blue sky up above
Slowly, slowly the mist is dissipating