Ruminations On The Fog Poem by Jim Yerman

RUMINATIONS ON THE FOG

I awoke this morning to silence
save the croaking of a solitary frog.
The clouds had descended from the heavens
cloaking the mountain in a blanket of fog…

On this cool summer morning in September
with the fog spreading everywhere…
I'm reminded how the Earth is alive…
for her breath was everywhere.

There is a calmness in the morning fog
all boundaries seem to cease…
There is a peace that overcomes us…
and there is beauty in the peace….

Some people may see sadness in the mist
as it envelopes every stream, every sapling, every log
But I see happiness and I wonder:
Would the sun seem as alluring…
if it wasn't for the fog?

And isn't life is a little like the fog…
The path ahead of us may not always be clear
But if we stop to enjoy the beauty of the walk
the answers soon appear.

I wish everyone could walk in the morning fog
because being shrouded on a stroll
and dancing in the misty solitude
is one way to find our soul.