Rollicking fog politely pauses upon
embankment, awaiting the cloudy gathering to draw
nearer and spill against the road,
revelry overflowing —
Feathery, wispy dissipation to festivity of twirling,
floating: a graceful changing yet changeless
descending dance to deepest hollow, spirited
reel to river bottom ballroom floor!
Peaceful congregation sighing, swirling,
Now silent, swaying —
sweetly resting,
still,
Embraced by autumn’s even chill
‘Til sun’s release come dawn of day.
