Poem; A Grey day.

The fog is thick out there,
And I can only just see
The holly trees, red berries
Stripped by birds, and not
A sound to be heard.
The fog brings grey and
Gloom into my room,
It lurks like some wild
Beast, threatening to
Feast on my old bones,
I am home alone.
The fog is thick out there,
And I remember when
You and I, travelling on
Your motor bike, was delayed
For the night,
So thick we could not
See road or trees, and
As we walked along,
You burst into song,
"Show me the way to go home."
The fog is thick out there,
And from my chair I
Look out, nothing, no one
About, grey as the day
You went away.
Augustine Nash.