Fog …
On this last day of
February – a leap day
the fog slid in quietly
not on little cat feet
as Frost tells us
but…
as ghosts floating
among the skeletal trees
This February leap day
began with a wide open
expanse of a stars in a
deep purple velvet sky
A heavy dew dripping
from the eaves like a
unseen spring rain
In the light of day
the ghosts arrive and
hide what I know will
be a spectacular blue
sky day … warm and
inviting us all outside
Days like this are the
true jewels of spring
hiding a surprise
of the day that will
be appreciated more
as the sun breaks through …
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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