Fog Hanging Low

I recall fog hanging low

Before Winter spilled her snow

First few flakes, then fathoms deep

Quieting our cul de sac street

Closing tight each home in sleep

As though they were one, the night

Sky and ground’s soundless white…

Preceding months, Fall, fog’s thick cloak

An entity settling somber upon folk

Muzzy thoughts muffling words spoke

Shoulders hunched, heavy steps slow

Somehow though, we made our way

Through those pewter yesterdays

Damp endless bleak, much concealed

Decades gone, secrets still not revealed

Hid amid long weeks’ gray pall

Of Northwest fog hanging low, I recall

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Crows ‘n Snow

I count on distraction

From winter-fear white

Ice-rink-slick sidewalks

Fast piling-up snows

Soul’s soles without traction…

Ah, there—my delight!

Heads’ ebony tilt, quizzical crows

Eye my quake-shaky steps…’silly pace’ slows.

Their little prints, sheer artistry

Speak crisp language of assurance

Journey’s calm philosophy:

‘Put one foot in front of the other

Yes, the next…come, let us dance

Shimmered season’s rapt poetry…

Squint too hard, you’ll miss romance’.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.