Fog

 

Black, bare branches against the infinite wall of fog.
Obscuration is at hand. 
In the distance, a pale nothingness.
On the windows, drops of condensation.

The mind absorbs the vacuum of sound.
Vague movements unsettle the senses.
Kittens crouch in trepidation.
A lone dog barks in the distance, his tone muted.

Wraiths of lovers past.
advance silently on unseen feet;
their mouths forming words, yet soundlessly.
Then, they are again enveloped
Only shards of memories remain.

Surely, Neptune is nascent -
illusion is at hand.
Dreams spin a glamour;
Self-delusion is fanned.

And now the heavy rains begin.
The world is washed clean.
The floodwaters of feeling are arising.
No more fog is seen.



©Ellen Pepper 2025
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