To have begun each day with a poem, a brief read of words jumbled chaotically ordered in sense –what have we learned?
Our poet today is Rossana G. D’Antonio with two poems.
THE FOG
written by Rossana G. D’Antonio
I stare out our floor to ceiling windows at the beautiful lush green mountains across the canyon. The white fog slowly blankets the dividing crevasse until the image is no more than a faint jagged outline. I hate this weather. It reminds me of the accident. You see, the dense white fog never visits alone; it always brings with it a bag full of nasty tricks.
And as quickly as it reared its nasty head, the haunting white image emblazoned in my mind begins to fade as the fog slowly rolls out leaving behind the sights of my beautiful lush green mountains that bring me peace.
Until the fog rolls in again….
NEW YEAR
written by Rossana G. D’Antonio
The story continues but
The end of the chapter is near
The pages drip with tears
And are weighed down by heartache
A tale still being written
And yet, with each turn of the page
The promise of hope and healing
Slowly rises…
12/31/2008
TLS Writers 
I love the line “the promise of hope and healing.”
A very poignant poem-visually stunning and emotional.
Rossana,
I am touched. Interesting how grief visits with weather, scents, sounds…thank you for giving words to the experience.