The feathering fog
Creeps down the boulevard
As if a shaken sheet
Across a bed
Slithers soft
'Round trees trunks
Thick as words left unsaid
Heavy and humid
Holding back the day's dance
Whispering as it washes
The dirty streets at dawn
Like a hand that dusts
The old piano
It's dewy fingers
Pass with a wave
And within the visible veil
Creeping comes the day
Love this poem Susan! Your wording depicts perfectly how the fog does seem to creep and slither around and over! Nicely done!
A lovely title! ......An artistic and lovely description of a foggy day...... I loved the imagery and the visual elements! ..Kudos...! .
Loved the imagery. Such a poetic and artistic description of a fogy day! Beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem Susan. I love the line - 'holding back the day's dance'