Fog...

It rolls in with this wind.
Silent, graceful.
A blanket of nothing.
Just a visual.
The cold air bites at my hand.
The fog covers the water.
It weaves through the tree's.
It's the air under a birds wings.
It's on the dew covered leaves.
Still the cold air bites at my fingertips.
Still covering the water.
Hovering over it like a blanket.
It dims a light.
Moving without a sound.
Back through the tree's.
Weaving it's way back.
Under the birds wings.
From over the water.
It came silent.
And once again...it will leave in silence...