Poetry by Jeff Green


A foggy night.

by cricketjeff on November 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Silent ghosts form in front
and seem to sigh as you pass
whisps in the mist watch
and pull at your coat begrudgingly.

Bright yellow eyes pass in pairs
angry as bees and growling like bears
a rhythmical tap pauses
in a muffled voice
before familiarity falls into place
and you find your front door.