In the fog, odyssey A cheer In dampish autumn weather Hikes into the hills Awesome and deepful adventurer Free to be Watching the leafage sweep Whilst song birds spill Into the alone to peep The only other sound --the break Of distant waves and warblers awake The air is raw, with a cold whisper Many miles to go before any sleep When sweet dreams come cheap To a crusading journeyer Who has promises to keep © daniel miltz