Poetry

Hello, the fog 

Has clouded things up

Is hard to see through

Until you get close

And then it retreats

So it’s far enough

That you can still seeit 

And chuckles at such 

A spurious game

And I’d like to find

The reason behind

Why things are unclear

What happens until 

The moment is close

So hello the fog

Will help to remind

This curious soul

To put trust in time 

• MMThompson (c) 2022

Moon

It was a most beautiful night

We sat outside beneath the moon

An orange orb when first in sight

And grew to round ivory white

And hung among the stars. And soon

The sky was filled with ancient stars 

Anyway

Even without rain

With so little water

Some flowers grow anyway

And there something to this

Some type of a metaphor

Hold on it will come someday 

Simply remember this

Even when things seem tough

Even when things seem grey

You can grow anyway

• MMThompson (c) 2022