A foggy day, the dampness clings, <br />The cold seeps in to abuse the bones. <br />A soggy day, a rain’s shower rings <br />With music filled with many tones. <br /> <br />No view to see, all is obscured. <br />The distance is not in my sight. <br />No blue to see, I’m not assured <br />That it will clear and give respite. <br /> <br />The scene is vanishing ahead of me, <br />Mists floating everywhere you glance. <br />A screen is banishing the shrubbery, <br />And therefore there is no advance. <br /> <br />It’s found, this haze on December days, <br />When temperatures move up and down. <br />It’s fogbound on the carriageways, <br />And all across the old hometown. <br /> <br />An eerie feeling steals around, <br />Unsettled emotions haunt the mind. <br />One cheery thought, just to be shelter bound, <br />And back with earth’s own humankind. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-days/
