Sunday, June 18, 2017

Ann Christine Tabaka writes



DON’T BLINK



Morning fog 
Greets the new day 
Slowly opening  
Sleepy eyes 
Blinking 
It misses the sun 
That has gone into hiding 
Searching for lost days 
Chasing the night 
Into the stars
 
 Le Brouillard matinal (The Morning Fog) -- Gao Xingjian



2 comments:

  1. Fog

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.

    --Carl Sandburg

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  2. I love that poem, and anything to do with fog! Thank you Duane!

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