Fog, Elegy, And Metaphors

Writing 201: Fog

Day 5 is upon us: clear your foggy mind, embrace absence, and paint with words.

Today’s word prompt: Fog

The winter chill lingers still

As the trees quiver and shake in its wake

The misty fog hovers in the air

I search and search but you are not there

As I suffocate with this thick air

I sit alone among the lifeless trees

Wondering where you could have gone

And knowing you are not where you belong

The only sound that can be heard for miles

Is the sound of the silence in these winter winds

All I can see around me is the fog covering the trees

So I will wait for the fog to lift and fade with the upcoming breeze

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