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:
mistYmuse 