Freezing Fog Poem by Angela Wybrow

This fog has hung here all of the day,
Making the world around me look tired and grey.
In every direction, my two eyes are met
With fuzzy figures and dark silhouettes.

The freezing air bites in to my bones,
As, through the murk, I make my way home.
Small birds twitter and sing joyful tunes,
Bringing some brightness to today's endless gloom.

The fog obscures most things from view;
It stops the Sun's rays from shining on through.
Once it has conquered, it has only one mission:
To make shapes appear blurred and lack definition.

Edges are softened; in smoke, they seem veiled;
Brightness is dimmed and colours are paled.
Familiar forms are now quite unclear;
In my heart, there's uncertainty, panic and fear.

The horizon is hazy; figures lack form;
I long for my home which is cosy and warm.
The world appears strange; nothing's precise,
And the moist air around me chills me like ice.

The world's out of focus; it's mysteriously vague,
Especially those objects some distance away.
Everyday sights are now lacking features,
Making me wonder if I've met some kind of alien creature.

To reach my warm home, I'm feeling so grateful,
As the weather outside is particularly hateful.
I hurry on in and close my front door;
I make hot chocolate and I finally thaw.

Today is the day before New Year's Eve:
A new year, we'll enter; this one, we'll leave.
What's round the corner, we just do not know:
I hate freezing fog, but worse still is snow!