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Click hereAs the darkness slowly lifts
a chill permeates the leaden air
The black curtain slowly parts
to reveal the gray underbelly
Mist and steam
are a team
So it would seem
I could gleam
In the corner of my fogged glasses
I see a reflection of a shivering squirrel
The relentless cold has chilled it to the bone
and the dense fog rubs the salt in
Mist and steam
are so mean
icy and lean
I do deem
The sky lightens
bare trees are globs of dark paint
running into the gray canvas
Anonymous, faded glories
Mist and steam
oddly unseen
I am keen
To end the dream
The sun peers through
tentative and questioning
dew drops are electrified
in an eerie orange glow
Mist and steam
pure and clean
What do I mean?
off white cream
Shadows appear
as the sun cuts through
Morning fog gives way
to gentian blue sky
Mist and steam
are a team
They will return
to dust a fern
The radiant orb is triumphant
But only for a few hours
As the sunset slowly wanes
morning fog is renewed evermore
Fog creeps upon the land softly landing ~ the sunrise brings danger -the morning sun cuts through.
You have a real flair for poetry, and it shows here in this poem.
with the rhyming stanzas. I occasionally toss those into my own poems. I notice that your last rhyming stanza strays from the AAAA pattern and goes with an AABB one. Which seems to work okay. :)