(fog)

It rolls in darkness

Covering everything in sight

Used often to stir fright in ones heart

Slow and creeping, dragging you under

Yet its embrace is soft

Gentle is its touch

Neither warm nor cold

It descends from heaven to grace our skin

Driving becomes difficult

White all around

It can feel lonely

As if only you and your cloud exist

Perhaps its heavens messenger

Signalling me to relax, to stop, to appreciate

To take through a lens, to a capture the sky’s manta

To be still, to be silent, to be at peace