walking through the fog
my thoughts fall into place–
light, tree, another tree, another light, sidewalk…
i watch my breath,
the dog’s tags clink against each other–
i hear the geese in the distance,
and there
someone scrapes the frost from a windshield
and then
a duck flaps its wings on the dock
and when
my hands grow too cold
i turn around and start walking home–
light, tree, another tree, another light, sidewalk…
spanishwoods 
Such a lovely photograph.
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Thank you Ruth.
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Beautiful photo! Did you write this poem?
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Thank you. All content on spanishwoods is written by me and the photos are either taken by my son Wolfgang, my husband Philip, my daughter Guinevere or myself.
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Sounds great that the whole family contributes in your art!
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Beautiful imagery.
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Thank you Sherry.
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That’s beautiful – and a little creepy too..
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Sometimes fog has that effect. It’s been like this every morning. The walking is interesting, but the driving is intimidating.
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Very, very beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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a beautiful walk in the fog to clear your thoughts 🙂
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Right!
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This one touches me. It was often foggy in London where I grew up and this brings back memories.
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The nights have been very cold, but the temperature during the days has been unseasonably warm, so each morning arises with thick fog. It can be so beautiful.
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Living each moment, as we should. Excellent. ☺
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🙂
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This poem reminded me of the power of simply noticing and being present. Thank you.
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The fog actually takes everything down to its outlines and almost forces one to be completely in the present because it’s necessary. So its an interesting experience.
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Reminds me of being in a lucid dream.
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Thanks for sharing. Right now,my life seems to be admist fog. And that fog, I believe, will lift soon. This photo and your poem touched my heart today.
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Oh I’m glad to hear the fog is lifting. Sometimes it’s almost necessary to have navigated that dense fog in order to fully appreciate the clear days.
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I wish I had your way with poetry. Your words are so descriptive that I have no trouble imagining your walk.
(My Monochromia photo this week was taken during my morning walk in the fog)
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Thank you so much LB.
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I love the way you noticed the sound of the birds (esp the ducks, naturally!) Have you ever noticed how the fog (and being near water) can make sounds louder/feel closer? It’s kinda magical. 🙂
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Yes, I have noticed. Sometimes I think its because I can’t see things in the fog so my hearing is more intense. I’m sure it’s a combination of different things making that happen. Interesting.
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Very nice poem.
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Thank you.
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Lovely poem.
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Thanks so much.
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Beautifully written and great pictures. Thanks for stopping by
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Thank you so much for visiting today.
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What a moving piece!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Thanks for stopping by my blog yesterday. I love how your poem really brings about the ethereal feel of fog. Everything seems to happen gradually and we are introduced one by one to things as they appear in front of us – this order is reflected in your thoughts. As others have said it is an interesting way to experience things. X
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Thank you so much for stopping by and for the encouraging words.
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Beautiful Poem to go with the Picture. Awesome. Thanks for sharing your talent
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Thank you ever so much.
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you are most welcome
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