Summer Mist

Mist drifts in like fragrant

gossamer veil

on a breeze that's frail

takes flight in silence

a whispering vagrant

with searching fingers

and breath that lingers

in resolute defiance

Threads of pearl exposed

as fleeting kiss

what trick is this

each timid frond embraced

mountain edges in repose

no apex seen

no folds of green

not even shadowy trace

Ancient laurels remenisce

boughs weighed down

to skim the ground

and then those strung out pearls

become chains and hiss

a brief downpour

an angry roar

as strands of mist uncurl