Fog

Fog rolls in wetcold & spider thinstretching the skin of my heartmasking the gold of fallen leavesmarking the places we’ve been.Roof slick with rainstubble falls under ploughblack sticky with stony debris:we’ve travelled light years this farshedding memories like see through leavesrising ghostly from the pastsentient now giving form to breathto invite you in one last timebefore the night falls.