September Fog

You lay down like a lover

kissing the ground this morning,

hugging every blade of grass

and dripping your dampness

over the earth.

You carressed the grapes

heavy on their vines,

awaiting the press.

Then you lifted yourself,

a shameless flirt,

and rose

to tempt the sun.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

3 thoughts on “September Fog”

  1. That fog-of-a-woman has got guts. 😉 It can snake its way through every curve, corner, and crevice, and leave one cold and dreaming of it back.

    … which just goes to show how much I’ve enjoyed this piece. 😉 Cheers.


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