the girl who stirs the fog.
the whispy liquid air that swirls around her feet.
the cold caresses her dew covered cheeks.
the evening’s drooping cloud cover whispers in her ears.
the mellow sting of autumn's wind laps away her tears.
the misty vapor pivots around her gait.
she drifts delicately across the open plain,
was it her thoughts that brought her here?
or was it the simple joy of inhaling cold frost and exhaling warm smoke?
the world may next know about the girl who stirs the fog.