Fog intrudes upon my sleep,
wraps cattle herds
in fields of mist.
I do not hear its footsteps.
When morning comes,
I find my world enveloped
by a cloak of white,
the fields no longer there.
Autumn brings the chill
that allows the fog in.
Cattle don heavy coats,
preparing for winter's freeze.
In the denseness of the dawn,
I creep across crooked roadways
in search of taillights
that will spare me ditches
and lead me safely to my work.
