It was a most beautiful start to the day
From the window the mist, or was it cloud, flitted and floated by
continually changing, sometimes blotting out the hills
and at others revealing just the tips
I sat upstairs on the window sill, window open my feet dangling over the edge. I was certain in the stillness of early morning I could hear the mist whispering as it passed by over the water slowly giving way to the sun
And at the start of a beautiful spring morning I saw my first lamb, happy to be in the long awaited for warm sun.