[stylist] not a poet, I just blow it

[James H. "Jim" Canaday M.A. N6YR]

local weatherman posted a blog to explain why we've  been trapped, 
held captive, under intensely thick fog for almost a week.  this 
after three weeks of very cold with nine or so inches of snow on the ground.
I was moved to some kinda poetry.
see below, note you have been warned.
jc


Miller pens a blog,
in which he bemoans the fog.

Our heads literally in a cloud,
living under a perpetual shrowd.

I would not
I could not
choose the fog.

I would not take it,
it is sog.

but here we sit under the fog,
feeling like a lost wet dog.

Our weather seers proclaim,
clearing coming with a rain.

But we just ponder,
are they just stuck in maunder?

I would not
I could not
choose the fog.