This Present Fog

Fog Is a Gift

Blocking all but me and mine,

Sighing canopy, dark lace,

Breathing toย me.


Baring soul in black trees,

Urging notice of the near-by,

Blurring impending day.


Stirring from the valley,

Muffling distant hammers,

Whispering damp over all,

Stopping the world.


Published by Katharine

Katharine is a writer, speaker, women's counselor, and professional mom. Happily married over 50 years to the same gorgeous guy. She loves cooking amazing homegrown food, celebrating grandbabies, her golden-egg-laying hennies, and watching old movies with popcorn. Her writing appears at Medium, Arkansas Women Bloggers, Contently, The Testimony Train, Taste Arkansas, Only in Arkansas, and in several professional magazines and one anthology.

21 thoughts on “This Present Fog

  1. I’ve had little to no internet for weeks and am just reconnecting with precious bloggers. Never know how the reception will be here in the heart of texas ranchland. Good to read your work again! Love the poetry today!

    1. Welcome back, Heidi! And thank you for loving this post! It was unusual for me, but I truly do consider fog a gift and delight in it every chance I get. Anyway, I felt uncertain about posting it, so DO appreciate your kind words. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hurry back!

  2. The thing about poetry is that it allows for so many individual interpretations! I miss the Pacific coast of SW Oregon in a visceral way! It’s where we want to retire, God willing. This Texas desert is finally getting some rain and it makes me cry with longing for the foggy coastline! So, yes, I loved this!

    1. Oh, you like rain, too! Some call me morbid in that I like denuded trees with fog or with rain, but I hoped to tell the peace and calm of it, the attraction for me. I like sunny, breezy, flowery seasons, but sometimes I call that “attack weather”. Fog helps me retreat. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. katharine – what a beautiful poem – and photos. I, too, am a great fog lover. I just talked to my dear friend in Oregon and asked her what the weather was like and she said that the crab boats were out but you could barely see them because they were fogged in. I miss fog. Thank you for the sweet reminder of other lands and other times. ๐Ÿ˜€

    1. Wow, thanks, Debbie! I sure have found the fog-lovers with this post! ๐Ÿ™‚ And those of us who really love it are always waiting for the next time . . . Actually, we live atop a high hill and usually see fog far off. This was a treat for me, too! ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Zowie! Kate, what a surprise! And what a blessing! Thanks so much for this award! I’ll have to learn how to make awards happen on my site, since I am behind on I.T. Ha! I truly appreciate your kind words to me on your post and for awarding me this. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Oh, hello, flm! I, too, find beauty in the silence–I think that is part of it for many people. And since I am often in a fog, you’ve said some pretty kind things about me, too. ๐Ÿ˜€

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