A Temporary Lack of Sight

Fog
cloaks
the land
and takes sight
from my sleepy eyes.
Hills I would recognize are gone.
Trees fade to lace and skeleton, and the long straight road
goes nowhere now. The sky we see is low, no rooftops, towers, or testaments to town.
There's time to rest, reflect, learn our own stories before
earth's beauty returns to hold our
happiness and cheer
as mist melts
and fades
once
more.