The Fog Poem by Paul Warren

The Fog



The fog drifts over the plains
As the known scene drains

Those things that are easily recognised
Disappear as the whiteout is realised

It's funny how the white fog covered so easily
Leaving a feeling of apprehension of what you can't see.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Monday, May 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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