Still a developing poem (chiefly in its closing stanza for which I keep inventing new ideas and am yet to choose a direction) I have been indecisive about the working title of “Mist”. Recently shortened from “Mist from the Mountains” (one of ten possibilities that arose as the poem took shape), I have now returned to an altered version: “Mist on the Mountain”.

As I recite the stanza variations, it seems to me they do require a longer introduction—a line rather than a word, to best reflect their content. “Mist on the Mountain” is (at least for the time being) a more appropriate choice in its aspect and length—a better start to the poem. I am confident that it shall be the final title, but poesy is such that I cannot be certain.