Fog hangs like viscera
from a disemboweled morning sky,
a tragic event of water saturated air.
A male dog hikes-up in sympathy
on the feet of commiserating trees,
mallards paddle in a mourning line,
squirrels chatter eulogies limb to limb,
the lake holds a moment of silence,
all respects paid, the afternoon looks good.
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15 comments:
Looks like your on a nature kick --- looks nice.
wow, what a vivid report!
glad the forecast looks good :)
now if the local weather reports were anything like yours I might tune in more often - and aren't male dogs always sympathetic of something or at least always hiked up or mid hike or post hike and looking for the next hike????
:-]
Pat, this is exactly how it looked where I live today: foggy morning, then a mild and watery sun burned off the fog in the afternoon. Lovely poem.
Great poem Pat!
I like it!
Margie
Superb first verse!
She wonders did you take this walk?
hugs :o)
Quite beautiful, Pat.
Nice to have a glimpse of the tribute ceremonies when the folks have gone to town for the official ones.
What a day you've had!
You are so prolific and the imageries are so fresh, the line I like is the squirrels chattering eulogies!And may all your afternoons be good!
Uniquely said.
Yeah Andrew, it's kind of feels "natural". Thanks!!
Polona, the forecast was wrong it rained. Weathermen... Thank you!!
Mikaelah, as accurate as they are, they should be shown on the comedy channel. Thanks!!
Thanks Kai!!
Thanks Christine!! We had to wait for the sun till today. Better late than never.
Thanks Margie!!
Trinitystar, I got right out in the middle of it!! I love fog. Thanks!!
Thanks, SB!!
Vaughn, the ones that matter!!
Yeah, crappy weather!! Weatherman lied. Isn't that a big surprise!!
Thanks MB!!
Plus Ultra, as said above, the "good afternoon" waited til today. Thanks you!!
Thanks Don!!
I love that this piece begins somber but ends with the sun peeking out...
beautifully observed pat
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