Fog
14 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry
I still haven’t
found
what I’m looking for
in a daze
of gray sky
and charcoal clouds.
Murky landscape –
mountains and trees
fused in a blur.
I can almost see
a name
in the sky,
but
no sun
to make out
the letters.
Gray fog.
No true shapes.
And then I remember.
Pen in Motion 