A WINTER’S FOG

                                  A  WINTERS FOG



  It rises high in the air, seen from a distance,



  Moving slowly towards me, a misty breeze.



  Colder feels the air, around me the fog surrounds,



  It's Winter, with it comes a most beautiful season.



  The sun hides behind a Winters fog,



  Trees without leaves stand within the gloom.



  With time it disappears the same way it came to visit,



  A Winters fog is a change of the moment.


                                              Keith Garrett
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