POEM A DAY – February 17

February 17, 2026 Vanessa Shields

Fog

for those of us with our head in the clouds
when the clouds touch down, we ground
bow into the surrender of that which we
can see but cannot hold, like all the best
things: love, laughter, heat, dreams

bow into the surrender of height daring
to fall, to feel branch tips like soft kisses
suck the marrow from dampening earth
fondle snow mounds before they melt
soak in the radical bath of falling heaven

new moon eclipsing
fire horse takes tender first steps
soul acupuncture