“White Fog”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana
Last Sunday morning, I was so surprised when I opened the front door to go out to pick up the newspaper. Fog had rolled in overnight. It is so unusual to get fog at this time of the year. The garden looked so peaceful and serene in such an atmosphere. I was immediately reminded of the poem “White Fog”.
Heaven-invading hills are drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.