Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Tenacles

A heavy fog grasps each plant
Its tenacles wrap around
Laden with moisture it leaves damp
Creeps and crawls without a sound

A golden sun peeks through gray clouds
Exposes thick silver fog
Rises slowly higher in sky
Silent the rain tree frog  

Which presence will win the scene
The fog rising from the creek?
Condensation from the cool rain
Or the sun which slowly peeks?

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Kelly Deschler August 1, 2015 at 9:15 PM Wonderful imagery and a great ending! ...On those foggy days, I always wonder if it will ever clear away... This was beautifully penned, Sara!

Afolabi Muideen July 31, 2015 at 4:05 AM What a very great write, I love your subject, I love to play with nature stuff. Excellent...........A.M.

Andrea Dietrich July 30, 2015 at 3:49 PM oh how cool the way you have the tenacles of three things in nature that may "win" the scene!! Great way to end this type of poem

Ndaba Sibanda July 30, 2015 at 12:51 PM What a thought-provoking, well-structured poem. I am drawn to the wonderful painting of a situation. As if that were not enough engagement, the question at the end of the poem affords the reader an opportunity to come up with his or her own conclusion.