On the 12th day of mistYmuse
we welcome Advent Calendarists,
with severe weather in the news
remember, fogs are thicker than mists,
I didn’t know that was the only difference
until just now reading the website World Atlas.
World Atlas: If visibility is less than 0.6 miles it is referred to as fog; if visibility is above 0.6 miles, it is called mist.
The way I see sunrays sweetly sing, and songbirds softly shine, I think it must be… mistYmuse week…
Through Trees Horizon, Inspirational Words Arising
mistYmuse return, yet again
*unsane – intentional non-word, describing state neither sane or insane.
*fane – temple. Found while looking for ‘feign’ originally!
* inane – recognition that this is ‘just’ art.
*mistYmuse – Y joining two m-words.
Bottom half changed course from:
Iridescence makes more sense,
After flying clouds of white n grey
Showed a purple n green hue
Passing through the sunrise’s
Before, I only saw still clouds brightened this way.
It made me think sun is the dominant member in the partnership.
Before, I had thought it was clouds.
Clouds are the canvas. Sun is the painter.
Times they are a changin’… Although summer is holding on in Britain, and could even be roaring back later this week, the nights are drawing in, and nature seems to be readying itself for the annual change from summer to autumn (fall). Over the last few days I noticed the leaves rustling in the wind.
They’ve probably done it at other times in the summer, and maybe it’s more in my mind, but the trees seemed to be shaking themselves up for the big change. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem it inspired, imagining what summer and autumn are saying in their greeting:
Good Summer Season, Warmly Welcomes Autumn
summer meets autumn
after year apart
shaking windy branches
upturned leaves smile
under changeable skies
warm greeting over, time for disclosure
my best season
for many years
autumn changes mood
I worked overtime
winter was late
It is nearly August. While spring in the northern hemisphere feels like a time to restore sunshine levels, late summer feels like a time to store up for the winter. Here’s a Folding Mirror poem with that theme:
Preparing for Summer Departure, No Time for Laughter
Two days left of July
the sky seemed to cry.
August, the last summer month
does the sun think we’ve had enough.
September and October last
warm winds keep winter at bay.
our star doesn’t really leave, it’s our planet’s circling weave
It’s the south’s turn to face
Australasia and Africa tilt.
Our annual repetitive cycle space planetary gravity
365, and a quarter days.
Colourful leaves before snowy scenery
six months before next spring.