Fogs of Spring

Posted: March 10, 2015 in free verse, love, peace, poetry
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As the fogs of Spring silently move in and nestle so close to the barren fields,
we stare deeply into them.
Not knowing what is within the first few feet of us is not unsettling,
it is comforting.
Comforting in that nothing else, just feet distant, can see us either.
Within these small bounds we are alone, hidden and unnoticed.
Even our sounds are kept from escaping.
No horns are blown and no bells are rung here.
We have no fear of collision, only fear that the fog will pass too soon
and we’ll once again be visible, watched, expected to perform.
But while the thick fogs remain,
we cuddle,
we are forgotten
and we take our much needed rest.
Then like a purring cat, tail swaying, the brume moves on to the bottom glades and turns to mist,
the sun appears and once again the expectations of the day are upon us.

DSS

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Comments
  1. What a beautiful, emotion-filled poem, J! 🙂 and such vivid word pictures! 🙂
    I have felt exactly that way in fog. Comforted. Like I was wrapped up in a blanket and could take some deep breaths and relax.
    I am thinking “fogs of Spring” could be any activity which a person (or two would be more fun 🙂 ) can escape from the world, and problems, for at least a little while. We all need that respite and renewal! 🙂
    When I lived in San Fransisco I would watch the fog would roll in over the hills and I would smile.
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…”The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” Carl Sandburg
    PPS…I had to look up the word “brume”! YAY! Now I know a new word! 🙂

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    • Yes, the Fog could be a metaphor for anyone’s retreat. And it does move in and out so silently and a quick found retreat is only temporary and maybe only a thin vale.

      I love Sandburg, your quote is his entire poem “Fog” from his Chicago Poems as one of what he or they called his Handfuls. But in all due respect to him, I don’t think the fog moves in on tiny cat feet, I think or see it more as moving in swaying slowly like the cat’s tail that rubs close to your leg as the cat silently passes. And the tail keeps contact with your leg for its full length as the cat walks through purring. 🙂

      It took me a long time to come up with brume, 🙂 there just isn’t that many good words that are poetic to describe fog, I thought I was going to have to do the DSS thing and just make one up. 😀

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