(This morning, no fog, but the world—breathtakingly crystal,)
After a long hard day working
over twenty-four hours worth
Fog finally felt she could take a load off
laying down, falling asleep, leaving all
her responsibilities sparkly white
(This morning, no fog, but the world—breathtakingly crystal,)
After a long hard day working
over twenty-four hours worth
Fog finally felt she could take a load off
laying down, falling asleep, leaving all
her responsibilities sparkly white
(Deep fog yesterday early, to light fog, deep fog, light fog…all day)
A mound of white cotton presses down
squeezes low
swabs around, dabs around
sore wounds of the Fall
A fog of winter white compresses
soothes bare trees
missing leaves, losing leaves
aching from the Fall
Softly whited halo hovers above valleys, hills, fields
floats among and through forest stands while
thickly wispy tendrils whitely finger up from many
ponds adding delicate fluff easily puffed away if the
breezes visit, but not on this magical morning
Low fog drifts among tall
new and used grasses, through an
unplowed field, creating a white lake of
bottomless tassel tops, while a blood
red cardinal eyeballs a
drippy, swinging birdfeeder
TR
Foggy foggy dawn
Fading gently through the morn
Singing softly of a midnight storm
That did not happen like the weather man had said
Foggy foggy dawn
Lifting slowly, soon will be gone
Green early spring shows in the lawn
And birds wait quietly ‘til it is safe to fly
TR