Sleepy Saturday

fog

Sometimes the fog is a blessing

shielding our eyes from light too bright

Blurring the edges, it envelopes gently

like a lover’s sweet embrace

It’s approach, slow-motion tendrils

billowing across open water

Quieting the noise, it invites release

likely building for far too long

Come walk with me along the coast

we’ll surrender our troubles together

Renewing our spirits, the fog soothes

like a salve for our wounded hearts

photo: Pixabay

prompt: Three Words A Day

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8 thoughts on “Sleepy Saturday

  1. I do love the slow tendrils of fog — I can feel the enveloping dampness in your writing. Serene…lovely.
    So nice to meander and find other poets through NaPoWriMo…..part of the fun of this glorious month!

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