Fog

Today I greeted the white misty morning. It made me recal a poem I wrote back in the day... you know back when I was the one running to school rather than watching elementary school children run amid the fog, through my window.

FOG

Like stage lighted smoke

Fog rushes at running feet

Misted drafty day.

Though I have this poem memorized... really hard, I know, I still wanted to find the source file for it... and it brought back lots of memories as I looked though years of poetry. I love writing it... I love seeing life lyrically. I have to remind myself of this sometimes.