Fog creeping through the cemetery

Crossing the highway

Forming a wall of white mist

As the waterlogged land meets

The cooling twilight

 

Setting sun fills the sky with fire

And in the shadows of leafless trees

Creeps the fog

Over rolling pasture

Over the long slow hill to the river

 

Prowls down through fields

On panther paws

Hiding the long stone walls

In the encroaching darkness

Veils the brown undergrowth

 

Curls down into the waiting laps

Of ancient trees

Who wait patiently on the sloping bank

And begs a bedtime story

Without words

 

 

 

 

©Diane E. Dockum, April 14, 2014