Best Poems Written by Emily Scott

Fog In Carmel

There, it was lying
Among the school boys' ankles,
Along the horizon of the blue, 
clear water 
Above the level of the concrete 
curb,
On the narrow, packed 
downtown street.
It had no scent,
For which your nose could 
already sniff the salty air.
It had no direction,
Just swifting through the grey 
sky...
But you imagine it leaves by 
noon?
No.
It's eternally there
Along with the chill your pale 
skin receives,
When you walk out your 
cottage door.

Copyright © Emily Scott | Year Posted 2013