What lies beyond the forest mist

Comes closer, if you whisper

Your breath, exhale, the frosty dew

As the air becomes much crisper

The path behind you disappears

No footsteps can you follow

Walking through the fog, just you

Staggering, as you wallow

In the stillness that surrounds

Stop now, inhale, and feel it

Winter’s frozen drops abound

In the fog that does conceal it

Poem & Photo ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved