Fog

Fog

It’s foggy this morning with heavy fog warnings. So, I’m re-posting a fog poem from a few years back. Foggy Fracas The door swung softly open, And, swirling soundlessly, Many misty visitors Soon encircled me. My silent guests seemed sullen, Swathed in dripping gowns; They fixed their watery eyes on me And frowned their dripping […]

Unexplained and Mysterious

Unexplained and Mysterious

Street lights are blurred and uncertain;  familiar sights are alien beings. Swirling with misty fingers, fog lies across the town.  Fenceposts, half in, half out of sight, seem to float. Dampness beads mailbox and leaves. This is a mysterious landscape in which nothing seems to be real. All is hushed and waiting. What crouches here, […]

Misty Morning

Misty Morning

Uncovering Old Friends

This is a repeat of a post I did a few years back. Since we’ve had so much rain lately, with the promise of more, and since delving through old pictures is a perfect rainy day pasttime, I reprint it here and hope you enjoy looking back with me.   Rain falls this morning, pattering […]

Out of the Fog

Out of the Fog

  Remember that old, scary film, Out of the Fog? Well, it’s foggy this morning, and so thick that it looks as if anything could slowly emerge from the fog–eerie and silent. What is there about fog that appeals to imaginations? Maybe it’s because it distorts things and makes the familiar seem weird and unknown. […]

The Fog

The Fog

Yesterday, I wrote practically all day, taking time out only for a trip to the dentist. But, that was okay because I had inhaled laughing gas and was feeling fine. Here’s an excerpt of yesterday’s efforts from my work-in-progress, Murder By Moonlight: A line of low, purple clouds lay along the horizon in the direction […]