f o g . . .

“When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.” 
~ Julia Glass, Three Junes

it was constant 

a protective wefted shawl

wrapping its mystery around her 

muffling the sounds

engulfing her surroundings

in thick, misty chashmere

 the sun obscure put persistent

a glowing marble now and then

trying its hardest to unravel the tread

of the fogs woven magic 

looking for my shadow today, 

don't think i will have much luck,

xxoo