The fog is a white shawlThat wraps around trees, Fills empty bird nests,Hides in spaces between Strands of barbed wire,Cuddles fence posts,Squeezes into mailboxes,Under farm trucks,Blankets rolls of waiting hayIn silence and peace.

Struggling up from the woodland floorA gentian reaches for a bit of sunshineAmid the fall shadows.Did God know I would walk by?Did He know I would Brush aside a tearReplace it with a smileTo be greeted with such a perfect pinkAnd so sweet and simpleA reminder of joy?

Morning light rest on strands  Of gossamerWoven threads of silkDew like tear-drops drip downSilentlyNight was long,Night was damagingWeb designer hides from the sunlightIn the center.