The days are very cold.We yearn for snowfall
But, I am told,
It is too cold to snow.
Instead, we have
"A freezing fog."
This is a dense fog.
Heavy with moisture,
It does not seem to drift
Weightless through the valley,
But seems merely to form
In place, hang there, sit.
The sun, shining through it,
Creates
A white and mighty glare.
The sun, shining on it,
Creates
The prospect of a gun-metal gray wall.
Creates
A white and mighty glare.
The sun, shining on it,
Creates
The prospect of a gun-metal gray wall.
Whatever it touches
Receives the kiss of ice.
Tree branches are encased,
Leaves encrusted.
Evergreens are flocked,
Rocks frosted.
Venture forth for very long,
And you will find
Your chest
Decorated
With
A bib of ice.
1 comment:
Wanda, believe it our not, we had a freezing fog here a couple weeks ago. All the trees and bushes were covered with little icicles. It was like a fairyland. I meant to take a picture, but forgot until the next day and, of course, Texas weather being what it is, it had gone away by then.
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