Frosty foggy morn
Birds twittering, squirrels barking
Watching and waiting

But we saw a doe
Roadside, driving in today
Long our bad omen

Colorless sunrise
Fog drops like a wet blanket
Obliterates all

Cows across the creek,
Black forms on vanishing ground
Now float in the sky

Maybe they’re cowbirds?
It’s all surreal, confusing
And now dead silent

The white ebbs and flows
We sit and stare at nothing
Nothing to see here