Early Morning 11/02/2013
Images appear subdued
Amidst the dense, pesky fog
Softly kissed by stratus clouds
Disturbed by a croaking frog
Figures in the far distance
Emit varying shadowy hues
A feel so melancholy
Reminiscent of ol’ country blues
The highest peak of a mountain
Enshrouded within the thick fog’s bed
Converges with the sky’s splendor
Striking patterns of gray overhead
Just a mere touch of fog
Steamy haze in view
Evokes mystical thoughts
Chilling through and through
Silhouettes against a blue sky’s backdrop
Endure nature’s transformation
Misty morning fog amid dawn’s glory
An object of fascination
From the sky to the terrain
Trickling rays of sunlight drift
Transparency emerges
As the fog slowly lifts
©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
“The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.“
—Carl Sandburg (U.S. biographer & poet, 1878–1967)
catnipoflife 
This morning, the mist is all in my head! I’d prefer thinking of it as mist rather than mere befuddlement 🙂 Lovely imagery. Nice photo too.
Hi Sharla Sharla! : ) Back n loving your poetry, bueatiful… Transparency emerges
As the fog slowly lifts… As it does in life : )
Hi, Claire! Wonderful to ‘see’ you here! Hope all is going well. Give Vinny a BIG hug from me 🙂
I will! I’m back finally sorted out my laptop and wifi! whoo hoo! : ) Good to be back!
I love this poem… your poetry amazes me, whenever I read something new. It’s just great!!
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