Foggy

Small world

Getting smaller 

Every second of the day

Fog becoming taller

Can't see my way

Not a sound

To be heard

So quiet it is eerie

Not even a singing bird

I'm almost feeling dreary

Dew against my skin

The moist air

Is clinging on my clothes

Droplets fall from my hair

And hang from my nose

The sillouettes of the trees

Branches above my head

A crow utters a sudden scream

Waking me up, I'm in my bed

Realising it was all a dream

© KH