Walking in Fog by M.J.Iuppa

In the gloom of a Spring morning,

I feel the slow-moving fog wrap

around me, hiding me inside

these woods where I walk daily

on a path that weaves to the traffic

of worrying, words & thoughts, that

could be accompanied by a storm’s

bass & treble notes. I rest, feeling

trapped in wonder, looking up

through the grayness of trees

older than I; and, of rain sifting

down between green branches

that cage me in this small world

perfectly; allowing me to cry

as much as one can cry alone,

without anyone stopping me

from knowing what I can’t

survive.

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M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.