The Old Lighthouse Poem by Reva Kern

The Old Lighthouse



The plaintive cries
Of seagulls can
Be heard above
The crashing waves
As fog shrouds
The promontory
In a veil
Of grey and
Only the silhouette
Of a lighthouse
Is visible in
The vaporous mist.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
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