The morning fog,
Over the unseen hills
Wrapped in grey,
I inside a submerged
Comfort no noise
From inside my head.
The fog is moving,
Swirling around me
It kisses my face and
Blankets my fears,
I’m a soul in solitude.
You chill my bones,
With your grey fog blanket.
by Robin McNamara © 2019
Robin McNamara Poet 