Fog

On a cold December dawn Came the Fog, riding down With long fleecy beard in white And wavy hair so thin and light. When he arrived all at once Speeding vehicles blinked their eyes Slithering down through narrow lanes, They honked the horns on all the curves. Housetops stood in hazy mist No one out to jog with zest Sheep in pens were still in rest Bulbs lay dormant under the crust. The air was full of snowy frost The ships were bleary over the coast They skimmed the waters without haste Their flags fluttering on the mast The bustling city lay so dull Wrapped around in folds of wool Trees in rows were cuddling still Their leaves shivering in the chill As the sun showed up on the height The fog quivered in sudden fright Hurrying away to hide outright The coward vanished out of sight.