FOG

my foggy morning and how it made me feel

Peeking through my window is not sunlight.

     Peeking through my window is not colorful rays of daylight.

Peeking through my window is very few signs of active life.

     Peeking through my window is gossamer trails of an afterlife.

 

The murkey white shadows of gray &muted silver blanket me with comfort.

     Peace and serenity surround me with ease.

I content myself with the warmth of nature's cloak and quiet shell.

     I do not fear the unseen beyond the hills of a dusky white out.

 

Peeking through my window the threads of black & white begin to unravel.

     Pigmented blush & indigo appear in the now threadbare afghan morning.

Peekingthrough my window the light gives testament to anew day to come.

     Dark shadows replaced by life once again.

 

I smile to myself - How I love daybreak's gentle nudge.

     Waking me with a soft blanket, encasing me in a private nook hidden by a world of secrets.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Luke L]

Lovely stuff very well-worded and I really like the image you added for this piece :)

[Relic]

This was really done well. You set the scenery nicely with good descriptive word use that's a joy to read. The picture compliments the poem well. Watch words that bleed into one another.

Great job here.