A Misty Day.

A Day came forth,
This wintry season.
The clouds hang so very low, 
Ascending to the road.
The landscape uttering
A soft and misty look.

The spiral road
Kept disappearing,
In whitish hanging
Fairy Floss.
One felt impressed 
By fairyland effect.

The cars emerged
With lights ablaze.
With scary suddenness,
From softish Haze.
And disappeared
Moments later.

With vision poor,
The driving was
Reduced to crawl.
Yet we progressed,
Amongst this haze,
With eerie feeling.

The hazy mist was
Framing the plot,
With puffy, thinny edges.
The growing dampness 
Feeling dreadful, 
Swallowing the lot.

Finally it went,
By rounding the hill.
The Misty Soup has 
Touched us all.
With misty, scary,
Eerie Feeling.


Nikolay Brovcenko   1995