The mistress mist lies
under the jealous sky

the valleys keen
to be her next celebrity

the bright starry eyes
enjoy the surprise

the babbling brook
to embarrassed to look

the rock and rolling hills
are hopeful still

slow midnight tide
onto the bay it glides

her wavy wet skirts
with the mudflats flirt

the cunning earth
knows all the dirt

the hopeful trees
stiffen in the breeze

the gossiping leaves
tell all that they see

the mooning moon
leaves far to soon

the morning dawn
arrives with a yawn

the nosy daylight
puts the mist to flight

the peaking sun
to late for the fun