In the Fogginess
the fathomage
of thoughts falling
from fogged mind
are thickset
like september air
i shiver beneath
its imponderous touch
as memories awaken
before the dawn
i am flushed
in crimson tones
as the horizon blushes
in similar hues
I watch thoughts
and darkness
fade out
beyond the screams
of awakening birds
as if carried
on the beat of their wings
the crescendo of night's winds
become mere whispers
stilled like hushed thoughts
as the fog lifts
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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