Summer Fog

Randall David Tipton

Randall David Tipton

Once again
the fog lies heavy
a scrim on the woods
on which shadows
silent dance 

Your form
hides in the mist
first here then there
only to disappear
a soft spirit

What are we
but water in air?
Conforming figures
embracing only
to dissolve

“What is  your life? For you are a mist that appears
for a little while and then vanishes.”
~ James 4:14



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Summer Fog

  1. Cheryl Ruffing says:

    “Embracing only to dissolve” is fabulous.


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