The beauty of the fog is one that we don't often consider.
Walking in the Condensation of Wisdom
I walked today and went for miles,
Cultivation that has grown to be routine.
The brilliant autumn colors
Muted themselves behind
A body of clouds that
Hovered close to my earth.
The view in the distance that
I yearned to see was fogged.
So often we humans are
Not meant to look further than
Past our own hands.
Only right in front is what
We are to understand,
And more often than not,
We don’t even
Comprehend that.
So while the fog wrapped its
Soft flesh around me;
And as the sun tolerantly
Waited in the background,
I embraced back the grey wisdom
Of the unknown and walked,
Looking no further than one
Step ahead of me.
Susan Patterson
10-2011
Audio and Author Comment-
A friend of mine commented on how beautiful the fog was near her home. I was reminded of this poem I wrote years ago. I hope you enjoy it. skp
This Week, a Second Poem for Your Consideration-
Rarely Pursued,
Often Unclaimed
You may not see it.
But it is there.
Like the stratosphere above the
Clouds. It circles the Earth
In a vapor of readiness.
It can lower to meet you. Or
You can lift up to claim it.
It is above
The muck and mire that
Stops you dead in your tracks.
But it is there,
Redemption.
Susan Patterson
10-2013
Audio-
Red is the perfect color for every season. In the autumn, the color becomes just a little burnt.
Till next time, cheery-bye! skp
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