Fog

I can see the fog.
I can feel the fog.
The fog is beautiful,
The fog is simple.
It’s just water,
But it matters.
Fog holds many things,
Fog is many things.
It’s mystery and love,
Eerie and a bit of a shove.
It’s bold and daring,
Yet simple and loving.
It hugs you tightly,
It pushes you firmly.
It shows you puzzles,
But bares no muzzles.
It waits and is patient.
It urges and is quiet.
It can make you do things,
It can make you think things.
It’s a comfort blanket,
It makes you thank it.
It’s a sanctuary,
At least it is for me.