The Fog Poem by Noah Body

Cold, damp, musty fog comes creeping
Blotting the light across the landscape
Into life's bones the chill is seeping
Muffles the soul with a thick grey cape

All about are dim shapes without form
Colorless specters of what once had been
Twisting and swirling as they transform
Fade away as their substance grows thin

A cold lightless universe of thick gray
Direction and distance lose all import
In stasis or moving impossible to say
Is it a long way to go or is it so short