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13Mar/140

Fog Days

Warming up for April, National Poetry Month, and my annual attempt to post 30 poems in 30 days.

Fog Days

There are the days
When a grey fog
Rolls in to
Obscure the
Green hills.
On other days
The dense,
Heavy damp
Rolls in and
Over me and
I am chilled
Throughout.

The hills and I
Wait those
Long hours for
Either strong wind
Or warm sun to
Turn the cold,
Obscurity into
Wisps that
Melt away
Into clarity.

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