Misty Memories by Barbara Linzey

Gentle rain is falling,
Weather is cold and damp; causing one to shiver.
Surrounding mountains covered in wispy clouds,
like smoke reaching to the river.
Sweet memories of Scotland comes to mind.......
Same wispy clouds on mountainside, moor and glen making up the highlands.
It's a world surreal, a world of foggy mist, a world of make believe, a world of
unseen faries..........
Amongst the dew and mist, fern and old oak tree ,dewy mist that follows the ground
and river bed.
It floats through the forest like wispy smoke across the forest floor and bubbling brook;
alive and free..........