Mystical

This poem was inspired by the recent fog we had settled over Seattle:

Mystical

Whisper of sprig of branch

And twig lace veil

Of virgin mist draped in traces

Of grace like a mantle

Of promise on a bride

Watching for the unveiling

Vows of the Son:

Now I see but hazily;

Then… in face-to-face

Twinkle of eye.

© Avril VanderMerwe 2013