Misty Metaphor

Apparently I have shared this on many other outlets, but have failed to post it on my blog, so here is are a poem and a photograph (both by me):

There's something

poetic

about the fir in the front yard

donning a shroud

of fog and frost

at the rolling of the calendar

year—

an enigmatic omen

of the imminent year

lingering before silent snows

sweep away the veil of vapor

to reveal its

intentions before

midnight.