25 August 2010

Fog


Fog, like ivy, curls and grasps and reaches,
Curling tendrils around corners,
Stealing warmth and light by degrees.

Fog slithers stealthily as a garden snake
and oozes like snow drunk on spring sunshine.

Fog transforms familiar haunts to
silhouetted memories

And leaves no paw prints.

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