This Fog/This Life

Richard M. Ankers - Author



 Through churning mist
 I search,
 Swirls of memories,
 Whirls of remembrance
 Coagulate
 Then dissipate
 Just as quickly.
 Tis a fog, my life,
 One grey clot after another.
 Yet, hope still,
 For in each ruby dawn,
 Each rose petal awakening,
 Lies the spirit of the new.
 Every act; every view,
 Contains a freshness
 I would otherwise lack.
 So do not pity my searching eyes
 For the fog I exist within
 Is a blessing.
 After all,
 Do I not have you
 Each and every day anew.
 

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