William Kruse

Rookie (May 16,1950 / Armour, South Dakota, U.S.A.)

Iron Mountain Fog - Poem by William Kruse

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 about Iron Mountain Fog by William Kruse

  • Rookie Barbara Terry (12/21/2008 12:06:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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