Upon the hills this morn
a soft mist lingers
the haze broken only where
sunlight shines harshly on rooftops
and rivers.

A border of trees between our
clear skies and the gentle smoke
across the valley
here the air takes nothing away
from the beauty around.

Sheep graze, heads down
never pausing to look
unlike the birds, who take in all
they can with tiny beads
of eyes.

The clouds are moving fast today
in utter stillness they run
across my view until they are
gone. Or I lose
patience.