Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn

The fog more than a mist shrouds the tree lined border of our yard The birds not visible are in conversation somewhere nearby  Otherwise I am left alone this morning  It will rain soon. You always loved the rain, windows open at night  to catch the lightening’s flash and the thunders crash You slept well toContinue reading “Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn”