The Mist

Perpetual cycle of yearly season,
mysterious mist knows her treason.
Though hypnotizing a genre with ease
yet rumored to be of gloomy tease.

Like a mother surrounds the pasture,
steadily ascents with accomplishing gesture.
Prepares the unborn to see the light,
Disappears, to bring forth a day so bright.

Shadows move along the mist in Broken,
enticing halo of hope on canvas foretoken.
Blurs the journey through day and night,
nature amidst the mist displays alluring sight.

A wanderer knows the beauty of mist,
Friedrich portrays spirituality by painting gist,
It’s the way one sees the coming light,
for sum its dull for others too bright.

Man is like the mist on sea and land,
though clouded yet easy to understand.
Beauty lies in the eyes of the spectator,
to see glimmer in nature or view it as a crater.