Playing in the Grey...

Does the fog really roll?
     i've only seen it glide
across the roadway
     making a place to hide,
enveloping what's within
     in a mist of Grey...

A surreal image,
     touching the earth
but just barely,
     as if afraid
it may run away

Only the crow flies,

     wings beating frantically,
feathers floating in the sky
     Now the old train tracks
really seem to go nowhere,
     disappearing in the mist...

The sun comes up steaming
     like a caramel apple,
rising from the lake
     like Excalibur excavated,
waking the sleeping world
     to the wonders of wizards and witches...