Mountain
Mists
On
a cool summer's morning,
the
air wet with dew.
The
clouds trial down in white streams
against
the mountain so blue.
Thin
trails of vapor
like
smoke from a fire.
Reaching
up from the valleys
slowly
climbing higher.
The
air smells clean
from
last evening's rain.
Ours
to behold
but
never to claim.
So
much beauty
and
so easy to drive by.
Never
stopping to notice
the
wonders of the sky.