There is something unique about autumn fog.
Such a haunting backdrop for the golden leaves that hang on the tree and cover the lawn. This led me to write a poem. Here it is!
F O G G Y O C T O B E R D A Y!
When I look out the window
I see grey patches
behind gold splotches
on our silver maple tree.
drenched by rain
seem to yawn and stretch
on this foggy morn’.
Note: This poem was written for a Wednesday prompt at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca/2012/10/kenias-wednesday-challenge.html . The prompt called for borrowing some words from another poem & then to write a surreal poem. Due to weather conditions today, I took a different pathway. Foggy, it is in my town today & I was inspired by a favourite poet, Carl Sandburg, who wrote Fog. Ironically, the words”swirl fog” quoted by the prompter, also set me onto this pathway. Thanks!
- Weather expected to go from foggy to frosty (itv.com)
- Heavy fog causes travel chaos ahead of ‘blood rain’ (express.co.uk)
- The London skyline disappeared in the fog…. (shandoeslondon.wordpress.com)