Poetry Portraits

Mist
By Rachel

The mist is drifting,
Ever shifting,
Shrouding in the air.

Drifting over stream and lake,
Not caring if the earth should quake.
And silencing the world.

The air is thick,
The scare is quick,
Of those inside and out.

The Mist is drifting,
Ever shifting,
And will never cease.