SkyWatch - Fog

Early morning, I wondered why the sun was still abed,

one look out the window and I levitated out of bed snatching

at my camera 

the paddocks softened by the scattered light

down the hill, the houses were fading away

but up the hill, the blanket of grey grew ever thicker

until it gobbled up the trees and shrubs and ground and 

indiscriminately hid the sheep and kangaroos . . .

as well of course, the sky.