Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The Swirling Mist
The breeze twitches a loose curl,
kissing the brooks as they purl.
I hear the whisper in my ear -
the message becoming clear:
Obligations around me furl.
It gathers from nowhere.
I want to escape from there.
It sodden the leaves underfoot.
Dusk is falling like soot.
The mist cocoons me here.
Softly it kisses my cheek.
The visibility becoming week.
The swirling mist my protector:
The shifting position vector.
My disposition infernally meek.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
poem
by
Suzette Crous
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black