The fog is heavy as a blanket
& thick enough for warmth
but chilling to the touch
the heaviness of how it lies
upon the landscape
muffles sound
a density that ensconces trees
& enfolds houses
one might believe they can
all but move it aside
with the touch of a hand
but it will not move
not willingly
it will wait below whilst
a brilliant shining orb
burns above &
cannot be seen
nor felt
a dance of epic proportions
goes on outside
my window
who is the real master
or mistress
here
a hidden shift that will
only reveal the answer
by one of the dancers
next moves
but for now as in a game
game of chess
it is a stalemate
the dancers seemingly
frozen in time
© December 2019 Renee Espriu
This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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