YOU SEE MIST

Heated earth
Cool moist air
You see mist
Everywhere

Where you see mist
I see fairies
Your outward sight
My inward reveries.

Call me odd
Or weird or sappy
Yet though I'm strange
Call me happy.

©2019 Lewis A. Kocher

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