THE MORNING FOG ROLLS OVER US — by MARISA BENNETT
Look how it swallows whole ,the red barn ,the fields but sweeps over .the river |
|
|
It rolls over your skin, dew shining in your eyes. |
Let it take everything ,but us .this fog |
|
|
Your cloudy eyes would look lovely in the clarity of the water. |
Threadbare trees stand ,behind you billowing to and fro crying for .the sun |
|
|
Amid the lanky trees and scenery, I come last, it seems. |
I wish we could stay ,here forever looking out at the shoddy rays of sunlight as they pierce the .sky’s veil |
|
|
I wish we could stay here forever, looking into the sweet gray of your eyes as they pierce the facade I am desperately trying to end. |
+ Inspired by Claude Monet’s The Petit Bras of the Seine at Argenteuil.