The Fog
The fog has diminished the
daybreak.
I'm enveloped in curtains of
gray.
The sunshine trying to,
Has not broken through
The drab dreariness of the
day.
Some of my days have had
sorrow
When all sunshine's taken
away.
I know dark despair,
Yet the sun is still there,
To turn January to May.
Sorrow or fog all around us,
Can, but it needn't stay.
If we let the light in,
The sunshine can win
And brighten the gloomiest
day.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the
beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents
her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the
tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 98th
birthday in July of 2016.
Dear Joyce,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem. It brings to mind Carl Sandburg's miniature, "Fog." Do you know it? Of course both poems are set against different backdrops--both are fun and enjoyable.
Blessings,
Michael
Wonderful poem of music of words and the poem ends with hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this with us Joyce!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen Dowd, for the following--
ReplyDeleteI really liked your poem, Joyce. I could feel the fog, and your determination not to let it stay. I am amazed that you are still writing poetry at 98. Thanks for sharing this with Whispers.
Very good Joyce, Since a child, I have been stymied by fog. Thanks for helping me see that behind the fog, the sun still shines. All we need to do is know it so we can always feel it.
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