Misty Movement

Thank you Beth Kempton for your Winter Writing Sanctuary. I wasn’t able to do it in the time frame it was presented, but have been doing some of the prompts you loving offered to the community when I can find the time. This poem came to me as I was exploring the color Gray and consequently walking along the lake where I live.

What a lovely way to dip myself into one of my words (and intentions) for 2026 — creativity. I’m having fun playing with my words. I hope you all enjoy this too! I’d love to hear what you think of when you think of the word Gray - what images, thoughts come up for you … Thanks for being here —- Laurie

Misty Movement 
 
Wisps of fog
Hover 
Chilled to the bone
I am Deep in thought 
 
Mist lifting 
inside my head 
I walk the shore.
Bracing  Wind
Coat clutched close
 
Thoughts 
Randomly appear 
as the puffs of mist
float up 
from my breath
 
How can
mist
bring
clarity?
 
Yet, 
It does
 
I turn
Wind at my back
urging me  
forward
 
Frosty breath
in
Warm breath
out
 
Calm
 
Just ahead 
a bright spot 
Peeking
 
Oh, happy sun

I am home