Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #411
Foggy Day in London Town
"Write a foggy or frosty poem, or write one of each."
Weather proved capricious that day
on the beach in late afternoon.
Nacreous light began to dim,
a bank of thick fog floated in.
My fingers seemed to evaporate.
Your face faded away.
We huddled on the moist sand
unmoving until a sky emerged.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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