Weeds & Wildflowers Prompt: Shrouded
Heaven’s Blanket
The world in fog
Fog
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
~ Carl Sandberg, American Poet (1878–1967) This poem is public domain
“The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.”
~ Van Morrison (Irish Singer-Songwriter)
“I paint the fog — I think of its fresh moistness — its stillness — its mystery.”
~Douglas Lockwood, Australian Journalist & Author (1918–1980)
“You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.”
~ J.R. Ward, American Novelist
“I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life’s hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.”
~ Ben Hecht, American Screenwriter (1896 -1964)
“I must go in. The fog is rising.”
~ Emily Dickinson, American Poet (1830–1886) Her final words, written in a message to her niece
Fog
(Fashioned with inspiration from Carl Sandberg’s Fog)
The fog comes in soft silence
Sits unblemished over earth’s imperfections cool crouching before the sun’s slow burn
~ Dennett, Medium Writer/Photographer/Editor
This piece is in response to the January Weeds & Wildflowers Writing Prompt:
