WAITING IN THE FOG
Some trees stand out~
As the misty grey fog seeps in~
I wait for the show to begin~
Only in my minds eye~
Does loneliness not win.
As I wait the foggy mist~
Seems to glow illuminated~
That is when the menagerie~
Parades in front of me.
Quietness creeps~
As more aware I grow~
Than I remember to utter a prayer~
As I hazily stare.
I cruise around the landscape~
Where white tailed deer did appear to jump~
Disappearing into the forest covered in mist~
I imagine they still romp.
I alone in silence think~
The light grey vapor~
All around~
When I finally rise~
To do what it is ready to surmount.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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