foggy night

around the corner past the bend
and just beside a little glen
the air grows thick this autumn night
blurring the strongest headlight
when traffic on the highway slows
even the reckless caution grows
feeling mist enfold the space
somber herald of winter's face
the blurring view echoes seas
fashioning ghosts among trees
a netherworld of forgotten dreams
where all is not what it seems
where faeries, deer and danger play
and what may come one cannot say
a moment in a normal drive
so suddenly you feel alive
is this the end with hope or dread
it seemed so sure what is ahead
but now the clear air turns opaque
the surety begins to break
until the fog is gone from sight
and all is still in deep starlight
the shaken mind clears at last
forgetting what has just passed
speeding home forgetfully
afraid to dwell on what could be
around the corner past the bend
and just beside a little glen