Iron Mountain Fog Poem by William Kruse

Iron Mountain Fog



This fog comes,
not on “little cat’s feet”,
but with the stealthy stride
of a larger beast.
It drains away all color
and obscures familiar landmarks
and it leaves your spine aquiver
and its kiss upon your cheek.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Barbara Terry 21 December 2008

WOW! This says a lot in such a short piece. Yes I agree that the fog of love can be as stealthily like a panther on the prowl. Thank you for sharing. Love& hugs, Barbara

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William Kruse

William Kruse

Armour, South Dakota, U.S.A.
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