Fog at the Shore

Fog A purple-gray cloud of soft misty gauze That Sandberg describes as cats’ paws Creeping and curling to sleep on the ground Cushioning me from sights and sound. What mysteries lay so softly concealed Calling me in, for meanings revealed. Each water droplet a mysterious orb Questions that tug, so much to absorb. —–G. Hill … Continue reading Fog at the Shore