Early morning fog creeping up on us
Stealthy, wolves circling their prey,
Slowly dulling our senses, holding
Us prisoners of our own imagination
Virgin white sweetly filling all space
Obscuring and gently hiding reality
Clinging loosely precariously to
Unseen cherished memories
Keeping us guessing without hints
Daring us to vacate ourselves and
Boldly, without hesitation, surrender
To the enfolding unknown white