in the mist fog light is feast swallowed
water haze hides sharp distance visibility
a world transformed in soup grey mist fog
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The transforming power of fog. Perhaps because it creates an environment that can play with our senses, we are forced to resort to the imagination, to speculating, to believing...and this can take us in all sorts of directions. A terrific piece, Terry.