Fog in Falmouth

Fog in Falmouth

Fog moved in from the sea overnight.

This morning a gauzy veil covers our world.

From the distance, Nobska Light's horn plays

its plaintive two notes in seven second measures.

Squirrels and chickadees move more slowly,

they seem to know that those who would make

a meal of them have their powers dimmed.

Colors are muted and calls deadened.

The pond's flickering diamonds today are gone,

swimming swans are merely white blots.

Outside noises are now a quiet hum.

Caws of the crows seem less harsh

and the stand of trees appears as a forest.

There is the beauty of crystal bright days,

Subdued vistas and sounds of

fog have their own magical charm.