As evening falls the mountains settle down to sleep
Like old women shuffling into a snug position
Huddled together against the darkening sky
With their double chins tucked comfortably in
Enjoying a neighbourly natter over their knitting
As their edges blur into the lowering clouds
Brooding peaks are shrouded in floating wisps
As a wraithlike wrap upon their shoulders
And Lakeland rain sprinkles soft and quiet
In a murky mizzle that is barely there
Trees drip lush at the water’s edge
Their rich hues muted in the twilight
As night slowly gathers an eerie hush descends
That subdues their muffled murmuring
With a low sigh that sets leaves trembling
And sends shivers whispering across the lake
They retreat into the distance and into themselves
Serene and beautiful they dream in the mist
~*~
I have written this from my beloved Lakeland Fells
