Autumn’s Fog

Autumn’s Fog

by Edward Gordon

Fog sneaks in the trees silent-muting their tops
And makes its way down to the pavement I walk.
Wiping its mist from the hair on my arms,
I’m suddenly wet in the cool coming on.
For dark mornings grow up in the autumn at dawn,
And fog falls in the fall without any alarms.

(c) Edward Gordon, October, 2017

About Edward Gordon

I am a registered nurse and very interested in nursing education as well as other pursuits like meditation and poetry.

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