The Fog

Rom 8:22 – We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.

Wispy, wavering, silvery light—
The fog stealthed in on feet of padded soft:
Laughing, crying, whisp’ring—at time scoffed—
Shrieking silence with her ghostly bright,
She draped the landscape with a deathly white;
And cast about in passion she would oft
Rain upon the earth a dew so’s not
To let it swell and whelm within her tight.

So tenderly the earth draws close the shades
That cover up the windows of her eyes;
And in the dazzling darkness she undresses,
Lays down, and with silent serenades,
She lulls herself to sleep with quiet cries—
There hides her shame and prays for perfectness.

The Fog at UC Davis