Fog : The Good Evil

It paints the surroundings, in mercurial white
The path appears, as if leading to heaven
You see on your left, or you peep towards right
You'll see nothing, but a sheet milk laden

Imparting the atmosphere, an air unearthly
This densely cloud, is such a treat to walk through
Especially in freezing, mornings those early
It's celestial effect one will, decipher to be of brew

Trees take the form of, looming monsters
Small stumpy shrubs, appear objects of awe
The smell smoky damp, that mist fosters
Mingles with the piney, fragrance of straw

Beautitude apart, it's a heartless impostor
An impairer of vision, wherever it thrives
Every fifteenth vehicle, turns roller and coster
Thereby it claims about, thousands of lives

Comes down heavily, on traffic of all kinds
Flights getting delayed while trains running late
Workaholics to home, forcibly it binds
Difficult telling how long, one may have to wait...