The Silence of the FogA Poem by Phil SandersA gloomy morning now .....From the brilliance of sunrise
To foggy morning’s gloom
The world is plunged so quickly
Into a darkened tomb
The tug is slowly drifting
Around the river’s side
So silent in the whiteout
As everything does hide
The world is stuck in limbo
Awaiting nature’s breeze
When finally some wind
Will blow through all the trees
Until then apparitions
Appear through murky light
A seagull on the wing
Still able to take flight
A man appears by magic
Like a curtain has been drawn
As quickly down the towpath
He hurries to keep warm
For fog just hangs around you
With a silent fearful dread
And everyone is rushing
To get home and go to bed
Phil Sanders
18/2/08
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13 Reviews Added on February 18, 2008 AuthorPhil SandersRochester, Kent, United KingdomAboutI am a part time photographer and poet when I am not earning my normal crust. I live in Kent in the UK in a little village called Upnor which is right on the River Medway. I love photographing sunris.. more..Writing
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