Foggy Memories….

Fog at the Lake

 

My thankfulness has passed,

with its replacement a cool resolve…

Cool as the fog….

Always cool as the fog….

——–

It drifts in with anger….

And drives its bloody barb home…

This fog…

this awful fog….

——–

Vileness and spite….

Mysterious in its piety….

The horror of this fog…

This decrepit fog….

———

Only inner strength can push it….

My hands clutching my face…

The veins popped in concentration…

The water streaming down….

———

And without a glance it’s gone…

Trembling my hands fall….

The wind a delicate kiss…

The fog is gone…

Banished…

No…

But gone…

David L. Whitman 04/04/2012 from under a sky so blue….

 

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