Fog

Fog is besetting us

like a great horde covering the steppes

it has settled in for days

the more sensitive among us

are succumbing to a dark mood

today there is a dripping mist

hardly detected

but all is wet

lawn, house, tree and fence

a sign perhaps

this fell fog will eventually

dissipate and leave us free

from it’s clinging clutches

 

Fog and Fear

 

You wonder why fog brings a chill to my spine

there was a time I went for a walk by myself in the fog

I was young and needed some exercise

walking is good exercise

but maybe not the best for a young girl in the fog

from behind came one with evil intent

at his touch I wheeled and rebuked him

in the Mighty Name

he fled back into the mist

but still the dread and chill linger with this fog

 

The Cure

 

Begins with a walk with a strong son

no matter the fog with this cheery companion

the next day

escape to the Island

catch a ferry to carry you away

to the great rain shadow

where cloud and fog dissipate

in the afternoon sun

warming your face

the distant shore

clouded and shrouded

but you have blue skies

and gulls screeching

to gladden your heart

the fog itself is not fell

just the lingering memory

that heals when viewed

and shaken out

like a dusty rug

in the  sunlight

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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