November 4, 2020November 4, 2020 Tom Atkins Poem: The Morning After The Morning After It is all fog in the morning. But fog burns off. Paths show themselves. And where there is no path, you set your path by the sunand cut one anew. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...