Mist rises in a mass
of silver and grey,
obscuring the path
that I know so well.
Vague outlines
of moss-covered boulders
and trees' bare branches
come up sharply
out of the silver haze.
The ground is soft
beneath my feet
and I leave my matching
imprints behind me
in the hastily fading path.
The sky above has been
concealed by a rough fabric
of interwoven branches.
Moonlight struggles down
in dappled beams of silver
and white, uneven on the trail.
I take a deep breath
of the crisp night air
and exhale, my small cloud
of white joining with
the shrouding vapors.
