Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Expected Fog

Clear skies
befuddle my brain
as it expected to see fog,
wet and gray,
where morning sun
burns through
just enough
to create watercolor filters,
toning down the harsh edges,
bleeding one color into the next,
creating a leniency of shape,
Rather than struggle
with harsh light
on brilliant blue skies
I invite the fog inside
where it is welcomed.