Crossing

Across the road, there stands a grove,
  shrouded in the mist, wrapped in mystery.
An invitation into all we cannot comprehend,
  a sheltered place from being tossed.
So we can open the way to awe, wonder,
  not to know, but to seek out what may be.
Unafraid of the fog lifting, revealing
  all the lost wonder of fall and nakedness.