Sleepy Saturday


Sometimes the fog is a blessing

shielding our eyes from light too bright

Blurring the edges, it envelopes gently

like a lover’s sweet embrace

It’s approach, slow-motion tendrils

billowing across open water

Quieting the noise, it invites release

likely building for far too long

Come walk with me along the coast

we’ll surrender our troubles together

Renewing our spirits, the fog soothes

like a salve for our wounded hearts

photo: Pixabay

prompt: Three Words A Day


  1. I do love the slow tendrils of fog — I can feel the enveloping dampness in your writing. Serene…lovely.
    So nice to meander and find other poets through NaPoWriMo…..part of the fun of this glorious month!


Thank you for your comments.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.