Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.
In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.
Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.
We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.
In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.
Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.
We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.
A mysterious fog
hangs about
the fabled woods.
Sitting still on
the surface
watching the water.
Listening to the
calm sounds
of the lake song.
Lost in fantasia
The early morning fresh fog
No one can see me
Remember that place?
A faded wish we made long
ago in the fog.
Alone in the fog
Encased within a dreamscape
The sea calls me home
Wet feet lightly tiptoe through the chilly grass.
There’s a dreamlike quality to this night as the fog sets into the moonlit garden.
Nadia pauses at a rose. One of those gut feelings tells her to run, but she’s frozen solid as fear grips her tightly.
Moving, she screams as her beloved kitty pops out of the tree and becomes entangled in her nightie.
fog moves
shadows play
darkness is close
moonlight shows her face
she waits for the one to arrive
death may come too soon
the knife is close
death awaits
it is done