In dawn’s quietudethe rising sun is a full stop on the horizon,a sizzle from red to orange, rudein its nakedness, all the while risinginto a still slumbering sky.Its light is concentrated in one place,a gold reflection like a cat’s eye,shimmering across the Earth’s face. A rusty vixen trots from behind a tree,the sunlight burnishing her […]
Tag: Fog
Rescued from Mist and Fog
Unearthly shapes drifted like ghosts, crawled from the sea along the coast, crept along ditches, streams and rivers, unravelling with damp clouds of shivers. They entwined their foggy limbs with mine, misting my sight and nibbling my skin, dissolving my bones as they made a start on feet and legs, then up to my heart. […]
Whisper of Weather
Fog obscures the path, Whispering smoke Among naked trees, Drawing everything Into its grey embrace. Dogs and walkers loom, Then fade and disappear Into its muffled eeriness. I walk on and brush away The damp and chilly trace Of foggy fingers from my face. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image by David Russell My response to dVerse […]
A Foggy Christmas Eve
On the eve of Christmas, fog and darkness clotted, carriage horses plodded, following disembodied flares down narrow streets. On the eve of Christmas, ancient church bells muttered as first snowflakes fluttered, and invisibly stuttered out the hours in muffled beats. On the eve of Christmas, with baubles and overpriced dolls, drums and sugar mice bright […]
Cows on a Foggy Morning
Cows stand as frozen Breath taken by the splendour Of sun-shattered fog
Fog
Morning is wrapped in a shroud The sky overflows with cloud Spilling silent spectres And diluting the sun Colour has been washed out The day has been wrung out Leaving foggy ghosts Limp as washing on a line
A foggy poem
As we are into the season of mist and fog, I thought I would post my translation of a poem by Herman Hesse: ‘Im Nebel’. In Fog To wander in fog is singular, Lonely as every bush and stone; The trees cannot see each other, Every one is alone. ~ Friends filled my world While my […]