The Fogging Train
Through the Wood
the mountain fog rolled
through the base of tree trunks
frosting bark, leaves and roots
like a steamroller of smoke
you could see it coming from across the valley bottom
whatever was in its way would feel its bite
chugging, rolling, barreling, breathing through forest floor
after the smoke settled from its grand entrance, you could hear the hisssssssss
as it pulled away from roots and revealed a moisture shivering wood
squirrels tried to outrun its speed
if you couldn’t find shelter in time
you hope to find a hollow root to wait out the thundering steam
chugga chugga chugga chugga
the fogging train through the wood
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Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi
In 2022, I came across a bin of my journals spanning many years. It was then that I realized I haven’t told people I enjoy writing or shared my work publicly. I decided to start.
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