On Writing

Poem 161 – Fog

Fog

8am fog lifts my muscles from malaise
I invite the touched down clouds
their moody sway
into my heart’s morning murmurs

we stretch into each other’s landscapes

One thought on “Poem 161 – Fog

  1. Wow Vanessa, These poems and illustrations “ speak” especially now! Believe me, I see this as “ a collection” that will be “ a wow” Keep on!

    Sent from my iPad

    >

    Like

Leave a reply to nualagalway Cancel reply