Tonight, an autumn fog rolled in,
Murking, moist and thick as sin.
It covered the world in a dripping mist,
Gave birth to shadows with a slow, wet kiss.
Scattering light to a thousand round drops,
Refracting it back, through clotted cloud tops.
It carried cold with it; the bone-deep damp,
Leeched out the warmth with a soft, soggy clamp.
The full moon attempted enlightenment,
But the fog foiled even that fractious event.
Drifting deep, in vaporous sleep, it rested,
Dense, refusing to ever be bested,
The fog slumbered on and I thought about dawn,
And the early-bird drivers who soon would be tested.
~ C.L.R. ~ ©10-2013