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morning fog

Posted to Action Poetry




place a tinge of gray upon my tongue
slide it slowly down these fingertips
let me describe this silent world
enclosed in this soft hued mist
clinging blanket like over the ground
shimmering
hovering
almost breathing
sighing in soft motion
cloying loverlike upon the landscape
hugging hills
kissing trees
wafting dreamlike up from the shore
fogged fantasy somehow alive
claims the world it sweetly envelopes
surrounds in peace all that it folds in its soft embrace