In Memory Of A Fog

Poem By Mary Fumento

Softly creeping in among the pines of scented green
Gently rolling over meadows to cover rocky slopes
A veil of silence, deep and brooding
Distorting vague images of deer grazing
Slowly swirling, engulfing, surrounding
Absorbing all sounds until the forest seems empty
Except for the gurgling of a hidden brook
Grounded birds flutter beneath the shroud
Until they gather enough courage to disappear
Decapitated trees reach the top of the world

The sun breaks through the thickness
Only a blanket of glistening dew remains

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