Fog

Over the brown fields

  Autumn mist gently hovers.

On morning commutes.

On My Way to School

Already late for work,

Distracted by the view,

I  stopped to take a picture,

Hoping my presence didn't rue.

Keeping a careful distance,

Wondering if he'd stay,

I silently lowered my window

and found he had something to say.

He acknowledged my appearance,

letting me know I was seen.

He proudly stood his ground

As if it was routine.

Arriving at my destination,

I felt compelled to share,

Marveling at the rural drive,

And the simple beauty I found there.