Poem of the week: Mist by Maurice Rutherford

A haunting poem in which a mysterious backstory of private loss is bound with nature in a thickening mist and an absence of birds

Thought is reluctant today,
tentative for what we know
but cannot clearly see.
The low sky defies description,
telling only of absence;
the blank page its facsimile.

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