The fog

I missed the fog

Catching only glimpses from a car window

Or a high point in the town

As it rolled up the trout streams

Easing over mossy boulders

Enveloping a tangle of stunted, bearded oaks

Concealing the rusty, Winter bracken 

Of the moors

Leaving only ghostly tors

Hovering magically between valley and sky

I missed the frost

Crystallising every surface

In cloud shrouded valleys

A world once familiar

Lifted into a mysterious silent realm 

Of white against white

All beauty given

Swelling in the intensity of its own being

Un-witnessed and safe

This spirit is to blame

The breath i forgive

Light attired but ready she died

And sank below the deck

It is a face and a soul 

I have brought into my bankrupt world

And thrown away like sand

Escape

Ive been learning the answers to questions that will never be asked

Dead time 

Hanging around for the big event

Filling the minutes with beer, cigarettes and a pen

I’m done with Facebook for now

It’s a billboard of  nothingness

You were the only person i could escape to.