Haze

Surrounded by an extended
wreath of stony mountaintops
partially dressed in festive
autumn colours where the
deciduous trees stand on the
double brink hovering below
the tree line, faltering on denuding
themselves with each incremental
breath of fall, a ragged range
of clouds impale themselves
upon the summits, dark and
brooding, biding time
before unleashing the
threatened storm. The mountain
slopes are hushed with delicate
grey draping across the arras
of burnt orange, burnished gold,
gleaming copper, as fog settles in
to meet the lowering clouds
shrouding the mountain scene
in tenuous darkness meeting dusk
with night's final curtain on the day.