A cold dreary mist
enveloping all
The day becomes night
With a soft ghostly call.
Sound becomes muted
A whisper seems loud
Nefarious dealings
In a gossamer shroud.
Walk softly, walk light
You’re way is not clear
Keep close to your breast
All those you hold dear.
The fog holds a secret
A truth yet unknown
To hear it takes courage
The strength to be shown.
A soft gentle mist
soon tickles the air
It’s a warm friendly touch
No need to beware.
Which one will it be
To fear or embrace
The fog makes a choice
To touch with its grace.
Butterfly Sand 
Embrace, for sure.
Peace and love
~ Jill ~
“Aspire to inspire before you expire”
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Thanks Jill.
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Lovely images evoked by your poem 🙂 And I love your painting too – really captured that mist 🙂
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Thank you my friend
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Perfect for the first day of October!
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Still September here and sun is expected! Go figure!
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Well, actually still September here too. But looking forward to October!
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Tomorrow! Yeah! I think . . .
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Perfect picture with the words, Pam. We’ve had fog the last two mornings that emit that eerie sense both your poem and painting convey. (Then the days have cleared up to be gorgeous!)
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haha ooh I love a good foggy day! Just not too many of them!
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