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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