Freezing Fog
I went out this morning and it was foggy. But it was more than a fog, it was freezing fog.
Mga kasaysayan, pananaw, himutok at guni-guni ng isang Pinoy na napadpad sa Iowa
I went out this morning and it was foggy. But it was more than a fog, it was freezing fog.
In the early morning haze, I drove on though I’m somewhat fazed, Blurred shadows of silos, highway signs, and trees,
Landas na tinatahak ay ‘di man malinaw, At ang paroroonan ay ‘di ko matanaw, Ngunit sigurado ako sa aking layunin,
Parang kumot na sumusuklob sa damong giniginaw, O balabal na bumabalot sa paligid kong tanaw, At parang kurtinang tumatabing sa araw
The fog descended and in our yard it creeps, Shrouding the bare trees and willow that weeps, Though the sky, nor the end of
Sunday morning, it was a little past five, when I was awakened by a text message on my cellphone. It
One summer morning, I went out for a run. The sun was already up in the horizon but thick fog