For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.
Soft Morning Mist
Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise
Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels
Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?
When you lived in my house…