The Fog.

The Fog:

A Grey unearthly mist rolls in from across the bay.
In the distance the fog horns can
be heard announcing the arrival of the fog.

Ships at sea, sound their horns
for no one can see through the thick blanket.
It shrouds everything and in such a mysterious way.

As dusk begins, the fog does not appear to lift,
settling on the quiet coastal hamlet.
As though something unspeakable has come with it.

Everyone stays in as the horns continue, like signaling the
approach of some ghostly apparition.
No one dares to stray out.

The wet dew that it brings settles on all and everything around.
The moist warm air swirls but never to give way to it's secrets.

Don't venture out as we know not what the fog may bring.
Everyone settles for the night as the horns sound their eerie calls through the night.

Steven Beesley (c)