Amidst the Midnight Fog

I sat amidst the midnight fog,
I felt him kiss my face.
He crept through leaves & fallen logs,
leaving traces of his dewy embrace.

I sat amidst the midnight fog,
watching him ghost my world.
He stretched across the air with leisurely yawns,
his secrets he unfurled.

I sat amidst the midnight fog,
tasting his wintry perfume.
He set an icy prologue for
his friend, the waxing moon.