Eleanor, rising early, sees
The mist cupped in the hands of the hills.
Pale, washed-out sun weakly shining
Skimpy, wispy, clouds.

The mists cupped in the hands of the hills
Flowing like treacle into the valley,
Skimpy, wispy clouds
Scooting along the ridge.

Flowing like treacle into the valley,
Cars head towards their work.
Scooting along the ridge,
Children catch school buses.

Cars head towards their work
Pale, washed-out sun weakly shining
Children catch school buses
Eleanor, rising early, sees