The fog envelopes the land
A sacred blanket of mists
To shroud the secrets within
Keeping mysteries hidden safe
Whispers of the cold embrace
Fading slowly in the sun
Leave behind the unknown
for another time…
Filed under Ramblings
Yeah. Carl Sandburg pointed out that fog comes in on little cat feet, but that’s in the city. In the country, it somehow enters in a different way.
Aniin niijii, amiigwech.
I’ve been listening to the Arvel Bird cds I bought over and over again. I think you would like his music. He has several of Animal Totems and a live cd where he talks about various nations.
I’ve been wondering about my totem. I know what LB and Bernard’s are, but not mine.
Great poem you wrote. Very haunting and serene.
My favorite line “A sacred blanket of mists”
lovely poem, BG
beautiful. You were very inspired today.
I like it. Great photo, too.
Ooooh, I like this! Very beautiful.
Thank you for your support. I wish I could put into words how much I appreciate it.
donna-your right, a big difference btw city fog and country fog
brian-thnx. I may have heard some of Arvel Bird’s music…maybe thru sonific. i cant remember.
pamela-I love fog
momto3cubs-thnx, I took a few pics of Scooter in the early morning fog, this one wasnt the best but I took a liking to it.
rebecca- no problem. When its time to circle the wagons…Im in your corner.
A-h-h-h! Soothing, relaxing, and serene. Both the words and the picture. Very nice.
beautiful prose, haunting picture.
What a beautiful picture– and poem!
Fantastic, inspiring, haunting….perfect !
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