Cool Wetness

In from the East the fog sweeps

hiding the greens and browns of

trees in its path as it approaches;

the fog and the sky are as one,

a neutral tone of darkening grays

as daylight begins to die slowly;

behind the fog, it is perceived as

if nothing exists and in front of it

are bands of rain showers drizzling

down on already damp ground;

phantom wizards wave wands around

and the earth opens it hungry mouth

and into it caverns of despair all the

rain slides in as if it were drowning;

western witches and eastern fog

sleep intertwined and eternal as they

bathe and burn in the warm fall

wetness of an unannounced winter

and the door is temporarily closed

until the grass grows green again

and we believe life is still good.

18Sep16