Sun slowly rises, casting indirect light on it’s way
Fog caresses fields, wrapping its arms and blankets ‘round the trees
You can hear ghostly cries echoing through the gray
Trees whisper prayers with each of their fallen leaves
This is catching up from Feb 19th and The Daily Post’s prompt of Fog, form of elegy and device of metaphor. So, this is a sort of remake of one of my earlier posts. So, if it’s my own reblogged photography and a spin-off from an earlier poetic blog post, is it considered cheating? Is it too much rhyme? Does it really not matter that it’s off rhythm? It bothers me a little. Perhaps if I didn’t feel such a strong urge to force the rhyme, it would have flowed easier.