Once again I was inspired by what my eyes feasted upon today during my road trip. So, yet another traveling inspired poem....
The Fog
Mystifies everything
A milky white-ish veil
Hiding
The countryside
From my view
Or
Well
Only part of it
Like it’s “cousin”
Snow
[only…less unpleasant for others]
It makes the same hills, trees, & houses
Seem to have a magic
That was somehow
Missing before
Elusive
It turns
Sunbeams
Into
Swords of light
Slicing
Through the gaps
In the trees
Like sharp fingers
Beckoning me
Toward them
“Come & play...won’t you please?”
Alas
The only playing
Is on the movie screen
Of my mind
As my eyes
“Snap” photos
And my heart joins
The wistfulness
With the “rumblings” of this poem
Not quite forming
Till long after the stress
That others share with me
Subsides
Washing away
Like the tides
My soul rejoicing over a newly birthed poem
Like it so often does
Why DO I wait
So terribly long to write these?
They do me such good
What did my “cyber friend” say to me?
So long ago
…something about
Not putting off doing
What’s good for you.
So…
Why
Do I?
So thankful for this morning’s fog
To pull me
Back…
To me.
by b.e. noll
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B
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