love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
like the fog holds the town –
although i may not see you
let me know you're around
run me
like the fog –
like the fog runs the hill –
wait for me to collapse
from the great northern chill
then cut me
like the wind
slicing through the gray sky
disappear with the fog
with no merciful goodbye.
There’s a wolf on my porch.
It’s been there all my life
Holding the foundation of my home.
There’s a wolf on my porch
And he never gets old
When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.
Where the sun meets the land and the trees become shadow
A city of twilight is built from shining rays.
A beautiful motherland that stands tall in the sea
Comments
This poem is beautiful! I love the reputation of fog and the rhyme structure at the end of the first section. This poem tells a story through imagery and it calms the heart to read!
Thank you so much! I wrote it on a very foggy day this December and I'm so glad it had the feeling I intended!
Beautiful poem! love the repetition. I also love the image of fog as I serves as both an active character in the poem and a simile.
Thank you! I love personification in poems.
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