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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