fog moves in the hills

the fog  misty sits in the hills low covering the ground and grey cloud so soft transparent put your hand through it but could never hold onto it dark green grasses  reach up when the clouds drift low and sometimes the way the moon shines as the wind moves looks like a silent song where…

foggy night

silky fog rolls in  clouding the sky  a vibrant blue last of the daylight seeping through  but the fog says  no, now we go darker and the air becomes colder lightly breezy up in the sky piercing through  feathery wispy clouds a little fingernail moon glowing pale and it’s like the space around it is…