Poem Inspired by mistYmuse on Day 4 of Longest Festival

Where there is mist

Y, there is muse

Tryst In Me, Sky Birds Tree

grist to the mill
mist on the hill
words enter mind
meet-up maybe rhymed

then they chime, clickety click time

sub-lime olive green
branch bells ringing
nest like ancient amygdala
mirroring brain stripped bare

I wasn’t going to write a poem until seeing the misty weather forecast; even though I could see the mist! so the above poem could definitely be said to have been inspired by the mistYmuse, although it was more about seeing it in writing and having the proof to display.

A couple of links I used:

grist to the mil definition 
brain and trees similarities

A couple of books I wrote and recommend:

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