Grey Skies

As the scene passes at speed, I see it dancing, The sweet mist o' the hills, Dancing softly like a sweet Ballet, Leaving it's watery glean behind on the sills. It paints a picture of magical realms, Dreams across a canvas of greens and browns. The grey, slowly brightening skies, Shine a platinum light over the scene, As the train moves slower, And slower, Slower still. This poem was written while on a misty morning train journey between Leeds and Harrogate. This poem is from my latest book 'Dawn' which I have written to represent the various changes I experienced after being diagnosed with adult ADHD last year, at age 30.