Poem: Autumn Mist

My firm does a newsletter 3 times a year and I have been supplying a poem for said newsletter for a couple of years now. I've used most of the ones I had written that were not too deeply personal or too sad, so I am finding myself having to craft new ones. This isn't a bad thing, sometimes I need the prompt to sit down and write poetry. Our fall newsletter theme is renewal, and I have been inspired by the beauty of changing leaves against fog on my way into work several times this week. So I sat down and wrote this. It's another etheree, as I find that form to be really inspiring and easy to work with and it fits this sort of piece so well.

Autumn Mist

Fog
hushes
the forest,
softens the world.
Leaves glow red, orange, gold--
beacons in the muzzled
grey. Breathe in quiet stillness;
exhale the busy mind's anxious
worries. Enjoy crisp leaves underfoot;
woodsmoke tinted air. Rest brings renewal.