Sweet Repose

This poem was written to help portray the beauty of fog. I have noticed that some people are afraid of fog while others are not. In my family we always love to see fog covering the ground because of the beauty that it leaves when it is gone. The fog is a ally as well as an enemy, it can hide the good and bad things in life but also bring out the beauty of life afterwords.

      Sweet Repose

The fog comes sweeping through the terra, 

Drowning out unwanted noise.

And like a blanket, the earth it covers;

Hiding her a little while.

Underneath the fog she sleeps;

Enveloped in sweet repose.

There's none can find her, none awake her;

From this long awaited pause.

When the sun slips through the fog

And streams upon her lovely face.

The earth with her blushing cheeks, awake

As the world she captivates.

The fog, it vanishes out of sight.

But beauty, it leaves behind.

She's far more glorious, to the eye

Then that which she was before. 

                                                  By Evelyn Creon