Fog Poem by Pierre Alexander

No where to look beyond,
For what is standing in my way?
Walking through the dark, cold night,
With no words to say.
Hearing no animals,
Feeling the trees,
The dead silence,
Just passes by me.
Can’t even see my reflection,
As I look into the water.
With all the fog,
Nothing can be discovered.
The fog appears to be,
a master of disguise.
Nothing that I can see,
before my eyes.
Let the light appear,
And bring forth light.
To recover,
this dark, cold night.