Notebook Pages Become Soggy
The sun rises on the distant horizon
Sending rays through gray clouds
Tinging them to a somber cobalt
Waiting to shine red and proud
The sound waves vibrate from crickets
As they rub their hind legs
They have double-fold in numbers
Spread like whisky bootleg_
The fog drapes its long tenacles
Across the hill and vale
It coats all the trees, shrubs, and homes
Spreads across like bride's veil
Dampness penetrates every nook
Reaches within crevices
Notebook pages become soggy
Wet with fog's devices
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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