Foggggg

This foggy Summer-
An endless bummer,
A grey abyss.
The sun I miss.

I hear it shines
In lands devine
And warms the hearts
In far off parts.

Ten blocks away
A sunny day,
While I hug the coast,
Where it glooms the most.

I wouldn’t mind if it came and went,
With wispy tendrils elegant.
Instead wet blanket covers all
From end of Spring to early Fall.

It’s weighed me down since I was young
And settled dampness on my tongue.
But still I whimper and I moan
To those who dare pick up the phone.

By Halloween it should be clear,
In time for rain that will appear.
Then Winter brings the bluest skies
And so the Spring keeps spirits high.

But now I ponder and consider
Sunny warmth instead of bitter.


9/12/21