The Fog Comforts Me

"The eerie greyness of the fog,

That surrounds me and every thing,

Somehow comforts me in a silent way,

I feel hidden from what the world could bring..."

The Fog Envelops Me

The fog wraps around me like a cozy blanket,

Keeping me safe, you see,

For I am right standing here all alone,

And no one else can really see me.

I feel like I am in my own cocoon,

With no one else in my space,

And several steps taken this way or that,

No one can clearly see my face.

I gaze out into the distance,

But really can’t see too much out there,

For as much as I am curious and focused,

I can’t see much of anything even as I stare.

The eerie greyness of the fog,

That surrounds me and every thing,

Somehow comforts me in a silent way,

I feel hidden from what the world could bring.

Sounds around me are truly muffled,

And a still silence surrounds this place,

But I still can feel cool, misty sensations,

Gently resting upon my face.

In Fall and Winters when the fogs come,

And everyone comments in a negative way,

I put a tiny smile upon my face,

For the blanket of fog is a comforting display.

By Lise Parton