The Luxury of Spring Fog

A Song for Washington Fog
by Clifford Brooks

She brings me spring
with her whisper
that sounds like the soft patter
of a pinwheel’s spin.
Her lower lip parts
from its perfect upper half,
and she brazenly bites mine.

Young pixie, you are a luxury,
and the staple of a passionate life.
Smart, svelte brunette,
keep me, stretch over
my slender sides
and stay.

for the day
does me no good
without your tender fingers
tapping me in time
to taper bad dreams.
absent your affection,
the dawn just ain’t no sunrise.
Clifford Brooks is a teacher, freelance writer, and poet living in North Georgia. He was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry and Georgia Author of the Year for his first book of verse, The Draw of Broken Eyes & Whirling Metaphysics. Clifford’s next book of poetry, Athena Departs, is currently in the last stages of editing. His newest accomplishment, with the help of many brilliant artists, is the creation of The Southern Collective Experience, who will soon have a website of their own. His online presence includes Twitter; Instagram; Facebook; and his personal website Cliff Brooks. Artistic snippets of his work (as created by Holly Holt, a member of The Collective) can be found on Pinterest here: Athena Departs; and The Salvation of Cowboy Blue Crawford.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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