Late Summer Fog

by Yankee4youSt. Albans, Vermont, USA

Aug 2012 841 Views 9 comments

Late Summer Fog

Fog fills my valley
With empty chills
No searching eyes
Nor raptors calls
Quiet is perched
On branch so still
Waiting out silence
On ground below
Drab yellow orb dull
Cast only eerie glows
With no place to go
Moving rivers slows
Earthly sleep bestows

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Posted: Aug 2012

About this poem:

The quietness of a morning fog blanketing my rural valley causing such a stillness to overtake all other normal activities....its very peaceful.

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Comments (9)

lucy1777Broken Arrow Oklahoma, Oklahoma USAAug 28, 2012

Hi Yankee!

I love this gentle sweet poem! Great job!

Ladybee42East Liverpool, Ohio USAAug 29, 2012

There is something just so atmospheric about fog isn't there? It must be in our genes to be wary of it like darkness, yet it makes the fields look so beautiful

very cool poem Yankee

FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKAug 30, 2012

I really love the imagery you capture so well here Yankee: Poetry always works for me when the readers feels he or she is right there observing the same scene as the writer.

Regards

Bill

Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 30, 2012

Lovely imagery Yankee,it really draws you in.Nice job

M.M

NClinerGreenville, North Carolina USASep 5, 2021

On quiet mornings, Fog ... a magical mist, spreads intrigue and beauty on the grounds, valleys, branches, rivers (etc.) as you made so vivid, lovely and true in your poem, "Late Summer Fog." As nature, "Late Summer Fog" in a natural-simplistic way, made me feel (with my morning tea in hand), delighted and grateful not to have missed seeing it through your rich and savory words.