ANDREW BLAKEMORE - As The Mist Descends

As the mist descends upon
The autumn day so still and calm,
The sun does glow as if an orb
Alone up in the sky,
A winter chill late afternoon
The clouds are rolling closer in,
And hide the treetops far away
As colours fade and die.

As the mist descends upon
The empty fields now barren lay,
And birds no longer sing within
The hawthorn hedgerows bare,
A gentle hush does slowly fall
The milky sunlight peering through,
A halo in the palest skies
And silence fills the air.

As the mist descends upon
The landscape now so hard to see,
The sun is growing fainter now
Until its light is drowned,
Behind the clouds so dark and grey
And as the evening slowly falls,
No wind to stir the solemn leaves
That lie upon the ground.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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