Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Poem ~ "FOG - damp, grey, dawn"

hugs the shore
muffling the roar.
thick air
misting my hair.

I walk the water-hardened sand
waiting to see the sun rise and color the land.
Distant banks of fog billow and drift
while waves crash quietly and hiss.
Water glides in with a gentle ebb and flow
as birds stand nearby, silent and slow.
The white, hot orb slowly appears
on a blanket of clouds, wet and smeared.

Dawn - Ocean City, New Jersey
clouds blush
coloring the hush.
becomes day
in a quiet way.

- mARTa weller, November 2002

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