The Fog

The fog stumbles in
and drapes over me
like the embrace of a jovial friend
arriving unexpectedly.
He stays for a cup of tea,
and we make the harsh world
soft around the edges.
Time fades.
The fog is a cloud
come for a visit,
laughing in amusement
at the old spirits
who hitched a ride
on his coattails
to dance once more
on this hallowed ground.