Evening settles in.
Cloudy skies overhead
welcome the appearance of fog.
Fog falls like misty raindrops.
Heaviness descends as
the atmosphere changes.
No color except nearby trees
and a few fallen leaves of red.
Grayness all around the lake
Vision diminished to two feet.
My spirit succumbs to sadness.
On sunny days the lake is a vision.
Turning to leave, I thank God
for sunny days and evening fog.
Both, His creations each with purpose.