The fog immerses one and all
The young, the old, the short, the tall
And softens all the edges found
As misty haze curls all around !
The fog seeps in with quiet ease
And silent moves upon the breeze
So like the clouds up in the sky
That sail and float and pass on by !
Against this passage we’re no match
There is no fog that we may catch
Likewise the wind and clouds, I’m sure
They carry on, their paths secure !
Claire V. Bogdanos 