Fear

Fog

rises from the ground descends from the sky blows in with the wind

A chill

runs up the spine tingles to the toes settles in the heart.

Shadows dissipate, blend.

Trees cower, shiver.

Cattle low

                  Like fog horns

                                           Warning of danger.

The cat

runs into the barn under the porch onto a warm lap.

But the lap won’t relax –

Standing at the window, losing sight of the world,

Vision dims, images blur,

The future fades,

                                    Hope hides.

The cure settles, buried, behind land.

Eerie, the dark becomes.

                                          Even the fearless wonder

What lies in wait

                                Where once they knew.

An owl hoots.

By Karen Robertson

1/26/2012