Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

the thunder lost in the fog

the gray shines through the curtains
milky light filters through the fabric
the color of cream mixed with ashy nicotine

i feel like it’s going to rain
the fog slouches and sits on the ground
with its back against park benches
munching on flowers caught in chain link fences
and whirling under the wheels of the trains in town

the fog missed the clouds in the skies
I could tell by the mist outlining her eyes
and the silence folding in on itself
without making a sound
the clouds were so much heavier and larger
yet managed to hover, towering over our heads
in rumbling, slowing sliding tides, looming

rising into the stratosphere
i hear them mumbling, drumming, opening their mouths to speak
bleak poetry hiking, leaving footsteps along mountain peaks

Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

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