012 – Approach

Quietly
It suffocates
Swallowing the sounds of nature

Inching closer
It brings the secrets
No one wants to hear

There is nothing happy about the fog
Even the paths
We all confidently travel
Without a second thought
Are erased

We are left to doubt our practiced footsteps
And fear the sudden arrival
Of pale yellow headlights

We should all lay longer
In the comfort of our warm beds
And let the cold white madam of the morning pass

Robert Lloyd
24 August 2017

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