The Fog

The poem shared here took its inspiration for my weekend in the woods (see my last post). I went camping and, yes, it was a bit foggy.

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The Fog

The fog, its clumsy hands,
seems to reach for the falling leaf,
an old man raising
his soft palms to catch
a young bird that’s slipped,
tumbled over the brim of its nest.

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