dense fog stealthily crept over the marsh 

a thick grey mist blanket wrapped around every tree

stealing away my view of the bay

no morning sunrise spectacle today

we are living in a ground hugging cloud

everything outside is saturated

decorating the spider web with silver beads

his once invisible traps now fully exposed

the spider will go hungry today

the birds stopped singing in protest 

the silence is eerie

no watermen on the bay

crab pot harvesting is on hold

until the warming sun burns through the cool fog

there is nothing to do but wait

but the lingering fog is slowing down time

stalling the arrival of the sun

the hands on the clock are hardly moving at all

I am stuck in a slow motion foggy time warp