I laugh at the morning fog
because it must fail
it conceals for a moment
good and evil
beauty and ugliness
fog is a soft focus of shadows
I don't really know
what is out there
dinosaurs in the deep swamp
maniacs and vampires
but I shall wait it out
fog clings to the darkness
witches and warlocks roam
but hope is just postponed
the morning sun will rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry i faced the worst of morning fog when we shifted in an empty new locality. Yes, fog hides a lot. With a blurry vision we can just see a foot ahead of us. Symbolically fog is discouraging to the spirit. A sun after fog is the most beautiful sight.
Thanks. I see fog with the eyes of a child, concealing scary monsters and such. Thank goodness fog fails.