The Fog
across the lake
fog rises
like the dead
it seeps into the evergreens
and birch that fill
the common ground
inside the day is lost
to books and bed
we close windows
light a fire
and stranded
in our velvet room
the thick white veil
the ghost
has closed us in
(C) Jan Darrow 2023
Photo: Paul Meinke
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