Mad Hatter

Mad Hatter

Fog snuck in

On wispy cat feet

Cloying and sweet

Tangling in trees

Snarling the streets

Sun lay still

Above the clouds

Not being allowed

To beam and crow

And sit up proud

When night fell

With twinkling light

Sun lay quiet

Awaiting blue skies

Then dawn pushed through,

was quickly tethered, wrapped tightly

and kept under wraps 'til nigh on noon.

The kiss of a breeze

stole in as sweet as love, as brief as life.

And for a moment we sat as mountains,

our view pristine

and our hearts wise beyond measure -

foolishly believing

day held the usual moisture -

the one we complain about and yet greenfully embrace

- instead of another snarl of fog

©Trish Shields