Steemit Poetry Contest#8 - Frets Forgotten

Illuminated grey the softest morn
Glowing pink with the rising dawn
Through the mists gently warming
Drifts the bliss of forgotten dawning

Mists roll in with the early tide
The world melts back, turns to hide
Fields get lost in the wispy haze
Roads disappear, paths in a maze

Hedgerows sink with chirping glee
Into the edge of all you can see
The world has both beginning and end
All within sight from where you stand

My entry for this weeks Poetry Contest as held by the wonderful @terrycraft - i am definitely not expecting to win again but I wrote this poem a while a go, sea frets - my favorite kind of illusion