The Silence of the Fog

A 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

Reviews

[Carl]

Again the traits your renowed for appear in this peice. Nature and the waters edge. First thing in the morning so much going on. The tug the gulls and birds. The man up early going to work or getting the suplies for the day. The peice is serene and peaceful and calm. Nature has a perfect way of waking us up.

[Ken Simm.]

Very pleasant Phil. I can almost hear the fog horn.

[Sally Edwards]

Beautiful poem Phil, after reading this twice I closed my eyes and my mind conjured up the image of the fog hiding the world from ones eyes...... I love your descritpive lines they always make it easy for me to image being there..... and I just thought to look at your accompanying photo, it's as beautiful as your poem. :))

[Candle in the wind]

I love the concept of a white out!!!!I feel drowned in the engulfing fog.Brilliant imagery.