Fog Poem by Barry Stebbings

No shadows cross this dampened land
No blue fills the hidden sky.
A dog's bark in the muted distance sounds
As you and I go, silently, passing by.
No distance past our chilled breath's span
No far echo sounds the grey cloaked air.
Down fog walled paths to silent glade
We walk with softened footfall there,
And speak in hushed and secret tone,
Our world apart where we may wander
And so pause upon this unseen plot
Where wetted leaves in gentle measure
Drip and fog enfolds earth and sky,
In this veiled world, you and I.