Fog!

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 09 Dec 2016
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A milky shroud,
damp cloud,
muting, hushing,
smudgy trees emerge,
and fade, disappear
under wraps.

I feel enclosed,
no sight
of sky or hills,
fields or
cheerful sunlight:

I know
they’re there,
so,
on I go
patiently persevere
until they reappear.

Certificate U
Poem
Nature
Philosophy
Nature

Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I love the stillness of this and the faith of knowing something's there when you can't see it.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Catherine. We were travelling back from holiday in the hills on Tuesday in very thick fog, and this came to me. And I had been reminded the day before that faith is knowing and believeing truths that are unseen at present, like in the fog. (Many people say that faith is a hope without knowledge, experience or evidence, a 'leap in the dark', but not seeing at present isn't the same as not knowing!). Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Some wonderful descriptions of being in fog Rhiannon.

Last time I was in thick fog was on Bodmin Moor back in the 1970s, it was a very strange situation and one I haven't experienced since.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. I have always found it most strange when being on holiday and finding the hills or mountains have 'vanished', really miss them, and have to tell myself they are still there, and will see them again soon! Rhiannon