Fog

Excellence In Writing Award in the 'Dream Big 2013' competition

It moves slowly and heavily down
Down from the hills,
Going down into the lowlands,
And submerging the horizons.
Vision renewed by thick greyness,
Direction, everything,
All wiped away.

It covered the trees and hillsides,
Like greedy gripping fingers.
Weak, struggling rays of sunlight,
Cannot enter this greyish white barrier.
Muffling too loud sounds,
And gently hiding the bare earth.

Then in a flash it’s gone,
And the day shines bright and clear.

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