Fog – A Poem

Cloud cloaks the houses
And dims the sun’s light
To calm every being
To a quiet so still that
Not a leaf quivers
On spindly branches
Holding frozen reflections
Patiently waiting
To bear the image
Of tentative whispers
Under blankets
Hushed by soft silky
Fog fingers caressing lips
In a home that’s bright
But feels like night
Has come early
Because our candle eyes
And the crackling fires
Inside our rib cages
Is the only light I feel
Illuminating the darkness
And the quiet calm
Under these covers.