[Poem Share] Blue Mist by the Caffinated Sophist - tell me what you think

Dew in the morning air
Brings life to death so fair
Spring, Autumn, the icy chill
How I miss those times of fill

When memory and the present
Leave as the hunted pheasant
Autumn, Spring, the icy chill
Oh I miss those times of Psalm

Fire, rises, smoke fills lung
While story and memory flung
Spring, Autumn, the calming tone
Ah, I miss that amber shone

While the fair blue mist rises
And descends, I forget the devises
Autumn, Spring, the icy chill
How I yearn for memory’s ease