The Morning Mist: A Poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee

Over the landscape slithered tendrils of the morning mist

I ambled through it before the earth was sun-kissed

There was magic 'n mystery in the chilly air

For suddenly I beheld her, in a misty shape, standing there

Amidst the blank blackness, she blossomed like a rose

My vision was obscured as the wall of mist did interpose

But for a few seconds, the mist did part

I saw her smiling face when her silver veil she   cast

From the softening silhouetted edge

She brightened  like a blushing damsel emerging through the haze

Like the mist, she came into my life, surrounded me in her arms

I closed my eyes, awestruck and lost in her siren charms

When I opened my eyes, like the scented breeze she vanished

Slowly I returned to my senses, that so long was banished

The cold fog gripped my heart, the cold mist strangled me

Impalpable ' n impervious like the morning mist, why had she to be?

Suddenly came the rain singing many a haunting strain of joy and dole

A feeling of sadness and longing engulfed my soul

Half- veiled elusive scene drifted on my consciousness, was it a figment of my imagination

Or, was it surreal, an illusion that left me in a mist of confusion?