Today is the first Friday of the month which is time for our Inklings challenge. This month Molly, our PF host today, asked us to follow a prompt to replace word for word of a Wendell Barry small poem. “Like Snow”
In South Louisiana, we don’t get much snow, but winter is a time for fog. One morning I watched the fog floating above the bayou and wrote my poem response.
Like Fog
What if I became a mist
Like the fog, softly, softly
Lifting the day.
To read how other Inklings met this challenge, click below:
Mary Lee @ A(nother) Year of Reading
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Molly @ Nix the Comfort Zone
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Catherine @ Reading to the Core
Reflections on the Teche 
Beautiful image, Margaret. So gentle.
The image of fog softly lifting the day is beautiful, Margaret.
Oh, but you already are! You softly, gently lift days with your poems and images, with your way of being in the world.
Becoming a mist … sounds so inviting, Margaret. Thanks for gently lifting my day.
Margaret, I love your evocative poem! It feels like I could walk into the beautiful photo.
Oh I love thinking about fog lifting the day. Beautiful!
We get very little fog here, so I love the idea of it coming in so softly, Margaret. All of a sudden, you look out the window to see that it has arrived, a wonder!
Oh, Margaret, what a beautiful image of “lifting the day” softly like the fog. Oh, to have a presence like that in the world. Absolutely beautiful.
I love fog and mist and what they do to the atmosphere. The word “lifting” is perfect here and so nuanced! Love your response to the prompt!
This is beautiful, Margaret. I had the same thought as Mary Lee: you already do lift our days.
What a gorgeous tree and mist, it feels so reassuring and the mist makes it magical, thanks for sharing tree and your poem, both treasures!
Margaret,
Always, your words are a lifting of the day. Thank you!
Mist and lift: the day is changed. Lovely.
Margaret, your Wendell Berry like poem is lovely. The fog takes center stage as a lifter for living. Even your photo shares that thought.
Margaret, this is a wonderful poem and I love the picture that you chose to go with it. Winter fog in the south (I’m in Alabama) can be a beautiful thing!