To the Fog:

Wandering up the hills,
Meandering through the dales,
Wafting through the leaves,
Whispering up the vale

A creeping, sneaking, crawling
Mass of frozen smoke
Drifting through the windows,
Lifting o'er the moat

Creeping along the roadside,
Rumbling along the sea,
Crossing waves and oceans,
To where my heart should be

Darkening, deepening, thickening,
Then slowly creeping away
As sunlight breaks through the mist

This morning cloud of gray.