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