An Appreciation of Fog
You have come to have a new appreciation for fog.
No longer the hider of landscapes,
the obscure of paths, it brings a new focus
to the one or two trees you are allowed to see,
all appreciation for landmarks bold enough
and close enough to stand out,
a reminder that those closest to you
deserve more love than you give when the day is fair.
About this poem.
This is nowhere near the poem I intended, so I am not sure I have an explanation for it. I will have to start that one another day.