Fog

Fog envelopes me like a cocoon
Not, for there is freedom
I can move and think
The dampness penetrates
Cooling the remains of summer

The sun is hidden in the fog
Not, for I can feel his presence
Love is lifting me to the highest
Pinnacle of the highest mountain
God grace surrounds me

Love overflows into surroundings
Flowing out like the river of life
I feel the gift of creativeness
Overflowing from my very soul
Nothing can hinder that gift

Well there comes the man

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John Tanaskow

Date: 8/15/2009 5:35:00 AM

i got ether the man is the fog. or he's just your greatest inspiration. which love normally is. or your lost with out a man. which is tragic in it's own way.

James Fraser

Date: 8/14/2009 4:23:00 PM

Just wonderful Sara, nicely written>>James

Jackie Bosworth

Date: 8/14/2009 1:24:00 PM

The ability to "paint a picture" in a readers mind is the greatest gift of a poet. Good stuff!

Jared Pickett

Date: 8/14/2009 12:10:00 PM

I like your depiction of fog, with a unique conclusion. Awesome write.....:JP]

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/14/2009 9:33:00 AM

The sun has broken through the "fog" in this great write, Sara and you have provided us with much welcome hope in your third verse. Have you ever read "Fog" by Carl Sandburg? Totally different concept; only similarity is the title. Great work! Love, Carolyn