A silent fog creeps in tonight
Trees fade beneath its wall
Light rain dots the puddles
Time, it seems has stalled
Growing is a darker mood
As light becomes squeezed out
The gulls have grown so quiet
Barn swallows nest and pout
Even the lake has given in
To the fog bank's clenching fist
Somewhere on the other side
Is the sunset that I've missed
©2005 Rick Bessette
Time seems stalled but a dark mood grows in and around this fog bank's grip. The birds, the trees, even the lake is held captive