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.

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  • (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,
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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