Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Fog

The fog rolls in like second hand smoke from another world and passes through the screen door forest of green into my grassy meadow scene
A room once sunny, now cold and not so funny
The vapor gathers on the the once happy leaves and falls like rain...a pitter patter of pain
The earth becomes  damp and soft , the sky not so aloft
Now I wander through this atmosphere lost and disappeared

-Me