To the Fog, Adieu

The winter licked its frozen tongue

along the bright lit window panes;

the snow, yawned its misty breath

against the weathered weather vanes.

Here the winter-kissed windows were

glazed over with a frosty screech

from the winter candle man, who

began to dim the lights of each.

And I, caught by a swirling fog

(a twilight thug on a curved street)

could not help, but stumble twice

and find I was lost on my feet.

Twice more I tried to find myself,

when I realized: I never knew

where I was, or was heading to;

so I said to the fog, “Adieu.”