There is nothing here
except the constant, looping clicks and caws
of birds, lost in trees erased by white.
My sight condensed by each fresh, foggy breath, a hanging depth my head sinks through.
Nothing here but mulching steps, the soft snap of twigs long soaking, the sticky sound of car tire on wet road.
I am drenched by a sudden gang-up of water, a brief yawn of thunder far away.
There is nothing here and I am all wet." ….John Goss. “Fog”
*Winter Walk" is a reflection of Canadian winter in Ontario…
Watercolour on Arches Paper….
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