FredPeyer

Morning Fog

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