Gentle musings on a lazy day

My Morning Walk
By D M Hyde

The mist settles on the wayward dell
I would not have come this way
But for the loon, forlorn it calls
On this misty quiet day

So silent the world this misty morn
The cry it calls me on.
I must find this bugle sound
This sound of the loon, forlorn

The mossy green, the scented air
The trees - giant brambles low
On ahead the loon it calls
What reason, I do not know

The babbling brook, soft to speak
Ahead my goal surmised
Again the call echoes the sky
Forlorn, alone, alive.

My quiet walk has brought me far
Through mist and morning tones
In meadow open ‘fore me now
Unseen, the bond it grows.

Silent now I settle down
Like mist upon the pond
Soon I see him drifting by
My loon, my forlorn song.