EVEN SPIDER’S WEBS ARE FROZEN:
The sun peered orange-pink through thick veils of fog
as I stood by the side of the road, gently rocking, waking
to the sound of traffic hissing. Trees hung heavy in
frosted jewel, a simple landscape that disappeared
a few feet in every direction. All plans change
when illness comes to town, trains carry one more empty seat
to the Emerald City & the marks you left for me to find
will have to wait another day. Inside Out & Outside In
(K)
Karl Hyde 
There a days grace, here a night’s space
Oh what a lovely rhyme