You're Fog

You're like the fog on a winter’s morning,
You sneak into my yard,
You’re so beautiful, yet so cold,
And to embrace you is so hard.
You waft in uninvited,
Your touch on everything,
You’re seemingly everywhere at once,
And a clamminess you often bring.
But, I’m often glad to see you,
For when you’re gone I’m fine,
Your departure is a thing of joy,
It’s often followed by sun shine.

Cheers