Foggy Morning
The fog rolls in
With the whispering wind,
The air is heavy within
Low and wispy
The fog wisps and winds,
Along with the river
And in with the tides,
Clouds of white and silver.
Never knowing what’s hiding behind.
Like dew in the morning
At the dawn of light,
It comes with no warning
And is gone before the fall of night.
Copyright © Nikki Pruitt | Year Posted 2022
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