Riding In Fog
Cool grey mists, hugging the land . . .
Hiding the landscaped art, of the Master' hand.
White eyed vehicle, search the road to see . . .
Their bright light reflected, mirrored back at me.
From out of the gloom, other eyes do appear . . .
Growing in size, as they come near.
Quick they come, and more quickly gone . . .
They are but, a momentary companion.
Hidden roadsigns, make known their display . . .
Vigilant sentries, along the way.
Ahead is our goal, so onward we press . . .
Passing alone, in this shrouded caress.
Finally home, we are greeted by wife, child, and family dog . . .
Thankful once more, to have passed through the fog.
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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