I am not frightened
by this mist
It is not cold and hard
Or dangerous
It is soft and forgiving
Separating me
from the wild world
And welcoming me in
To a wilder one
The larks rejoice
in clear air above me
I can feel the sun
in their silver song
And for a moment
I am there with my Curlew
Calling gentle,
flying low
Over my misty
moorland home
#CoSopoetry