Fog – changing states

Creeping somewhere between 
Day and Night 
Clarity obscured but 
Strangely visible 
Sound there 
But audibly different
Senses dulled and clouded
Sharpened by drips off trees
Bent stems flopped forward
Flower over flower
Petals strewn confetti 
On sodden grass
An absence of birds
Gives way to a feeling of emptiness
Changing states 
One path crosses another 
But the end cannot be seen.