Lola Ridge - In the Fog

In the Fog

I walked in the fog,
And the trees stood white,
And the worms crawled too;

The silence was great
And soft,
They murmured of
the deep water so low

And the stars were as threats
where it feels to be bright
In a children’s night,

And stillness lies down,
where the paths all lead,
People drifted like dreams,

I heard the leaves speak
in sour accents,
Where the trunks muttered

To the rain that fell
Reaching into me.

—Lola Ridge