Fog
Mysterious fog, rolling over
the hills and valleys, hiding
secrets and muting sound.
Out of the white mantle
comes the song of a bird,
seeming to enjoy his cool
morning hideaway..
Go into this magic..hold
out your hand , feel the wet
and wander like a blind man.
It won't last, but while it does,
play with the witchcraft
that is fog.......
written 7/19/13
for Broken Wings' Honorable Mention contest
Barbara Gorelick
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