For dverse, a quadrille—a poem of exactly 44 words. Some places are always grey In memory, veiled in cloud, Drizzle mists with heartless spray Sodden hills, a sullen shroud. Yet these hills are glorious green, And yellow gorse beside the stream, Closer to heaven never seen, For this is home, beyond the dream.

via Home in a mist — Jane Dougherty Writes