Weirdly Localised Patch of Fog

 

Blistering temperatures fall

Under evenings chill spell -

Causing cardigan shouldering

Shivers; brisk arm rubbing.

I am disconcerted by a

Small but sure beginning;

This grim, weirdly localised patch

Of fog has settled in

A dusky valley, dipped between

The grassy meeting of

Two lovingly adjoining fields.

Imperceptibly, its

Solid nucleus leeches out;

Tentative grey tendrils

Shift cunningly over the plough;

Spooking, oppressive, cold.

Phantom’s gathering, death nymphs loosed;

Smoky, wafting, seeping.

Dusty, moth-eaten bridal veil

Cast over jilted ground -

Ashes vacating the lungs of

An Earth giant, exhumed.