Poems About: FOG

High on the stony mountain,
Swathed in fog,
Sounds a chilling, lonely gong.
I wander through the valleys, read more »

The year's wavering
Between these fogs and silences
That on the fields call forth the hours
Of steady council and iron hands. read more »

i had a dream last night
the same one i had before
so many times now
the first time i was twenty-four read more »

So this comes to a halt
All these distinguished guests and cult
We have come to conquer eternity
Silently creeping read more »

Mist and fog,
brothers,
came once again
to see off dawn read more »

My eyes are shut, sewn with pity
Only able to see my stars
Un-sew them for me
And I will show you yours read more »