An hour until sunset,
and the fog returns,
swallowing the hills again,
and then the trees,
just like this morning
before the few hours around noon
when the sky revealed itself
the very definition of blue
and the sun coaxed the temperature
a few degrees above freezing

The fog closes our landscape in,
leaving us here among the rafters
failing to hold up the sky
as darkness falls.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2020