Fog

by Nicole Christine

I looked outside the window,

the moon was hiding behind the trees-

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She whispered and said, wait for me

on this Winter evening,

where you see your breath

beyond the horizon-

Winter sleeps, preparing for spring

Love is wild and filled with passion

You ask yourself: am I happy?

The birds have flown South,

when my time comes

I hope I have an answer

and that happiness will come my way.

As of now, I sit with time, and I stand still

Waiting and searching for the path to come

I do not want to waste another day

visiting this world

in which I’m restless and estranged

through the fog, I trust with every

ounce of me that

dawn will come again

***

Nicole Christine

Nicole Christine, is a British American writer born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. She writes about love, hardships of life, and loss. She won her first eco poetry contest at Wenatchee Valley College in 2022. She has been published in The Comet, and featured on Poetry Soup in 2025. She is looking forward to growing and learning on her journey as a writer.