Fog

Rain sprinkling as we descend--
Valley of dead trees.
Winter--trying to pretend,
That it's still in reign, pleas,

With blankets of green,
To let the cold continue.
Where I should have been,
I could not resist to think of you.

You are far--
Always on my mind.
The beauty around me is lost.
My mind covered it in frost.

Cold comfort,
Embrace of the dew.
Thick air stops me--
I am dead.

The fog is in your eyes,
In your voice.
My future--holds--
Choice.

I ascend once more.
The wildflowers begin to bloom.