Misty morning
Wet with dew
Shades of pink
And shades of blue
Silent stillness
Fills the air
Senses wake
And now aware
Marshland meadows
Lost in swirls
Mist now moves
The day unfurls
Hills and forests
Come to view
Rising high
In front of you
Early birdsong
Seems to say
Silence is broken
Welcome new day
©Marian Barker
My Poetry 
That is so vibrant, I felt like I was there! Brilliant.xxxxx
Thank you ~ I wrote this after travelling to Manchester Airport early one morning