Fog

Fog weaves mystery in its veil

Looks like winter's breathe exhale

Hushed whispers in the frosty air play

Comes silently, cool and gray. 

Obscuring vision, can't see far away

When no path is visible

Trying to see too far is futile

Walk slowly one step at a time. 

Bit by bit the path will open

That is the fog teaches us

One good thing to pace ahead

When path is full of pain & troubles.