Published poetry and creative writing exercises for the curious creative by poet and playwright, Caroline N. Simpson
Monday, January 31, 2011
Why do I crave the fog,
a softened city silhouette?
Wrap me like a Russian nesting doll
in layers of mist that soak and sink;
Immerse me in damp whispers
and blur my outline into thick emerald lagoon,
bright, crisp stars twinkling above.