Strikes fear,
More so than when clear,
Tis’ fog only my dear,
Close to clouds or near…
Used to elicit fearsome views,
Grayish in color, not many hues,
Gives to some the seasonal blues,
For some a reason to bemuse…
Lights refract,
Of time hard to keep track,
Easier it is to hide amongst,
More fear we feel at night,
When fog does mix with of night the black…
© ed ~ 3/25/06
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