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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Fog
Fog is hugging the mountain this morning,
That only yesterday basked in sunlight—
Misty, light, hovering fog—
Beautiful.
I wonder how the mountain feels.
Does it miss the sun?
Does it see the fog?
Does it know that both fog and sun
Bring out its strength,
Its majesty?
Or does it see only clouds
And feel on dampness?
Every day I want to see beauty.
Every day I want to embrace the season.
Every day I want to know
Strength.
Ruth Krueger
October, 2011
Fog is hugging the mountain this morning,
That only yesterday basked in sunlight—
Misty, light, hovering fog—
Beautiful.
I wonder how the mountain feels.
Does it miss the sun?
Does it see the fog?
Does it know that both fog and sun
Bring out its strength,
Its majesty?
Or does it see only clouds
And feel on dampness?
Every day I want to see beauty.
Every day I want to embrace the season.
Every day I want to know
Strength.
Ruth Krueger
October, 2011
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