Yesterday I woke up to the fog, and luckily had Stanley Fink’s poem all ready to post!
Stanley has two books of poetry that I reviewed. Just put Stanley Fink into the SEARCH box and those postings will come up.
During the night, the shroud of cloud
Imperceptibly lifts and finally reveals
Bare knuckled branches whose strenuous
Battle for air has left them bathed
In life affirming sweat.