Monster Tales

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Oh the other day when the snow stopped falling the fog came prowling devouring the hillside— you could not see the hill or the dam or beyond- the monster fog had eaten the world, a tale for stormy nights, and one told over centuries. Do you know one?

Monster Tales

When fog seeps in
Devouring the hill
The old monster tales
Seem more than real.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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