By: strangerpaths March 29, 2019March 29, 2019 Poetrybooks, creative writing, fog, nature, poems, Poetry, short poem, short story, stories Foggy Mornings Foggy morning Tall grass I lay awake Raindrops covering my face My roots grow to the sky As I lie Reaching to the God I can not see Foggy morning days Chill my bones Foggy morning days Call me home And I dare not resist Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related