The Fog

A poem published by Mojave Heart Review. Original link was here (no longer valid).

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The Fog

Ruffle-feathered sparrow spears the sky
to flee his hide and leave the night.

Clap of wings echo in the cold, fresh air –
shadowed slasher of the silenced sundown.

Bang reverberates throughout, bounces off the trees
rattles through the thickening air;

A muffled fall follows in the grey haze
of the dawn’s drawn drabbed curtains.

Devil’s umbrella taints nature’s wonders
into an ugly canvas of shadows.

It lulls the forest into snooze, tames
its beauty; sucks the colours and the soul

of what the Gods created. A devil
s scheme; heavy, stifling air of suffocation

drowns the blossoms, blooming and blue,
bursting with beauty; stomps over the scurry of joyous ants.