i know i know i know

scene one
opens i am watching the fog
roll down the road
creeping in and smothering
the ground with its thickness
leaving little wisps of white ghosts hanging
in the bare branches of the trees

wine from the thick green
bottle at my feet is
heavy reassurance in my hand
leaving my lips numb and my fingers
warm with my pulse

wondering which will come first-
sleep or
your breath on my skin
or spring
you know i will welcome them all
as just natural progression
or
exactly what i need.