by Vernon Wade | Nov 10, 2020
Damp The clouds have come right down to the ground, enveloping me It is not raining, but I can feel the water particles brushing against my skin with their cold, damp touch
by Vernon Wade | Jan 24, 2020
Long before daybreak Roosters crowing in the fog of winter snowmelt
by Vernon Wade | Mar 2, 2019
The fog moved through the trees and we moved through the fog. It was as impenetrable as a wall, as ephemeral as a ghost( a thought half formed? a memory not quite recalled?). We were boxed in; at times we could only see one hundred feet, sometimes we could see one...