Sunday, December 20, 2009

Winter's Fog


The fog rode in
on the back of winter's cold,
piercing with its icy chill
any warmth it could find.
Disfiguring all in its path
with an enveloping blur.
Monochrome reigned.
Stealing color
as it rolled over the countryside.
Feathers fluffed.
Hair on ends.
Heat - a precious commodity
with frozen fog ravaging the land.

13 comments:

Little Ms Blogger said...

Fog is beautiful if over the water and not having to travel through it.

lakeviewer said...

...stealing color...
Love this phrase.
Evocative.

Brian Miller said...

great descriptives here...monochrome reigned...stealing color...love it!

enchantedoak said...

Brrrr.... This is a lovely poem in spite of the chill I can feel through the words.

Matty said...

I'm cold just from reading this. No wonder I want to move south when I retire.

Prayer Girl said...

This is beautiful. I love the mystery of fog. I wrote a poem some time ago about fog.

This was really good. Thank you.

PG

big Jenn said...

Beautiful and haunting. jeNN

the walking man said...

I love the fog seeing as I am always in one.

Shadow said...

chilling, yet beautiful...

Tall Kay said...

I hope you are describing the weather outside...very chilling. Blessing and happy holidays to you and Ms. MM!

Silver said...

Thank you.. the hug was helpful. ;) My love to you and Mrs MM too ;))

love & hugs,
~Silver

G-Man said...

Precious indeed....
No heat around these parts for awhile brother...

Green-Eyed Momster said...

You have a way with words, Monkey Man!

Hope you have a Merry Christmas!