Curtains of Fog

Candle flames flicker, and lamps strain to shine their light from windows

Indoor lamps strain to shine their light from windows

Fog is heavy, and streetlights are like onions in sack cloths overhead

We can touch the wispy gray strands of fog, strangling the light and our mood

The train whistle echoes through the valley as it sidles past the sea inlet on its way south, its window lights passing behind trees and buildings, going down and up the hilly track, illuminating its path like a card-shuffle animation

And in the morning, the sun cannot slice through the fog, its opaque curtain a ponderous being, creeping around corners and slithering up poles, saturating everything in its path

The birds are hunkered down; no birdsong can be heard today

Then, before night dropped us into blackness, the fog was sucked into the starry sky

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The fog has been heavy and eerie for days, and New Year's Eve brought such a foggy night, the top of Seattle Space Needle couldn't be seen. The fireworks happened but were inside a curtain of fog so not spectacular like most years. This poem was inspired by the heavy fog.

Copyright © 1/5/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin

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