Walking In The Fog Poem by Jim Yerman

I began my walk in silence this morning…save for the muffled barking of a dog…as overnight the clouds descended and cloaked the Earth in fog.

It's on cool mornings such as this…with the fog muting all details…I'm reminded how the Earth is alive and breathing…as I walk through her exhales.

I love walking in an early morning fog…where all colors are stripped away…for the more I walk…the more I realize…there's so much beauty in the gray.

Some people may find sadness in the mist…may see it more like smog…but I, for one, am blessed to find happiness in the fog.

When the fog drifts down to visit…I feel a kind of inner peace…every sound is muted…all boundaries seem to cease.

I've learned to see the beauty in her obscurity…that without the fog I cannot see…the way she blends together with the rocks, the sky…the ocean…the flowers and the trees.

The fog reminds me how life is ephemeral when I'm surrounded by her at the break of day…for I know if I wait long enough…the fog will fade away.

And when she lifts her blanket…I know there's no telling the wonders I might feel…from the sounds she will unveil…to the colors she'll reveal.

I've been blessed to know the pleasure of playing in the sun…
of counting stars in the evening sky when the day is done…

of dancing in the rain…
of standing by a lake listening to the singing of the frogs…
And one of my most cherished blessings will always be…
walking in the fog.