The night fog
dampens sound
weighs it down
so it can’t rise
to tap at the
window pane or
whisper shout
in my ear
The night fog
turns normal nine
into mysterious
midnight
secrets
breathing on
the glass to
expose ghost
writing left
behind by
unseen fingers
letters lingering
in the dust
for time to find
The night fog
hides darkness
and throws back
light, a shock
of gloss through
the frosted mist
that fights
the odds to
point the way
forward
Just outside
the circle,
silence lingers
Another poem about the night! Thanks for reading!
The Poetry Patio 