Fog

Socked in fog today

and I am freezing.  Freezing.

Looking skyward I can see

blue, with striated clouds

high above the atmospheric

playground where starlings

perform fantastic twisting,

playing tornado.

Blue is hope.  Blue is the last

color one sees in advancing

blindness.  Sometimes I am

blue with longing.  Foggy

mornings muffle colors,

shrink my world.

xoxoLC