The misty window!

A film of mist formed on my glasses and nothing could I see
Sipping and inhaling the aroma I knew it's from my seaming hot tea;

The green leaves obeyed to the "Let's go" whispered be the cold air,
while the birds watched the trees grow bare;
It reminded me winters are paying their yearly visit;
So it's time for the seasons first fine mist!

I looked out of the window but couldn't see the world outside,
for it was covered with mist like those on my glasses near my bedside;

At that moment I wished I had the choice to hear what I want to hear,
and become immune and deaf to the chaos building up far and near;

I wiped my window to see the beauty hidden behind the misty screen,
And peered through the mist to find the tall trees peeping back at me!

The masquerading fog played and rest on the beckoning trees,
As if the soft fluffy clouds was visiting the earth on a joyful spree;

My thoughts today settled in a totally different mould,
feeling light as a feather, the algid mist, carried me to a different world!

I couldn't fathom whether i was lost or found,
for I was in a world of thoughts with no human sound;

As I rised higher getting swallowed by the nurturing mist,
holding me like a precious petal with a soft kiss,
I felt lighter with no fear,
As I let go off many things I had held dear!