Autumn Fog

There is something about an autumn’s fog Specifically in the morning sun It’s like a scene in a fantasy book Enchanting, wispy, ethereal, magic Forests - as if behemoths slumber within Winds carry the whispers of elves hidden Beneath the boughs the dryads dance delight A dragon’s roar - bringing terror and fright I wish to live in such a world sometimes A world where sorcery is not fiction But I’d imagine it would be mundane so a whimsy is what it will remain