Steering the car into the highway,

Into the milky white thickness,

Into the veiled scenery

And the muffled sounds,

I turned wheels with caution

And the ghostly trees sped 

Into a fog-smudged landscape

Which quickened slowly

From langurous slumber

When the molten orb,

In burnished splendour,

Dusted the misted air gold.

I shivered in the morning air

At the magic in the air.

Then the sun rose above

And shone upon my world

To lift the pall of fog

And Chase the magic off.