Love
Poem for Fog
Towering firs stand suspended
within your moist arms,
needles weeping
tears to the ferned earth
below.
The path dreamily
disappears,
swallowed into your misty
mouth.
My imagination drifts
beyond
the luxuriant waterfall fringed
by hazy waves of softened
gray.
Rivers flow sleepily, tranquilly
into your
indistinguishable silhouette.
The opaque view echoes Oriental
paintings
where fog obscures
landscape
leaving imagination to
fill it in
like a mysterious puzzle.
Eyes strain to visualize what
is hidden
Within the shadowy
display.
Ancient worlds lay beyond
your quiet curtain,
worlds where bow and arrow
exist
and imagination is ascribed upon stone.
I live in an area where fog is very common in fall or spring. I always say that is one of the reasons why Brittany has so many legends. I think you did a great job at capturing the way fog can makes us feel.
ReplyDeleteI can see that dense fog in my mind as I read these words.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Rose!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Rose. I can imagine myself in this misty world! xx Karen
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