Winter Mist has arrived in the Balkans.
Mist is showing us that Winter has arrived in the Balkans.
Heres a short poem by Ieuan Davies
What’s in the mist?
What is so deep?
The trees flee towards me
The mist rolls in
Their desperate swaying
The wind breaks in
Charge of the bright belayed
And the mist departs
The cloud free of hearts
The fruit trees are sleeping till next spring.
Our garden, Orchard, and the surrounding hills and fields, are looking rather sad and quiet.
Misty, damp days now before the crispy snowy and cold arrives.