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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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Hi Yankee!wave I love this gentle sweet poem! Great job!thumbs up
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 dunno

very cool poem Yankee

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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.


Bill wine wine
Lovely imagery Yankee,it really draws you in.Nice jobwine M.M
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