Wednesday, September 24, 2014




Fog comes on cat’s feet

As does age. 

Together they creep in, becoming one,

silently, stealthily stealing youth.

And more.

The fog confiscates memories,

transforming them to thin and ethereal wisps,

ungraspable as they fade.

Although they never completely leave,

for the mistiness condenses to tears.

Dew forms more easily in fog

and drips down cheeks.

And always must be swiped away

before pain is seen.

The long ago sun’s heat melted joys,

grew children up and away,

and evaporated hopes and dreams.

Life narrows.

Hair silvers, reflects the fog,

and film dulls the eyes

until the whole world fills with grayness.

And all becomes mist.

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