Frogs call out
after storms
recede 

leaving the air too
thick and fog wrapping
around edges 

of the hills and filling 
the valley, a heavy
blanket curling 

across the air just 
as dark encases
us blacking out the

moon and stars
leaving us here with
echoing frog calls and

my memory of your face
rising from fog seared so
strongly into my mind

I’ll never live a thick night
like this without you
beside me.