encloses and excludes, pervades, softens, muffles, hides

When September conjures the fog's soft suffusion 

    And autumn unsleeves silence for the beleaguered ear,

    And the heart, tired nestling, tries the magic air

(Our inner eye assured despite the outer's confusion),

Then let the apathetic hear the sniveler complain,

    The querulous rant when the garrulous fall still 

    And the obstinate crack on an intransigent will

(Our inner realm as rich as the outer is inane).

Prodigal summer died destitute of private hours,

    But now the fog provisions beggared countrysides,

Provides for towns, embraces sun-bedazzled heirs,

    Encloses and excludes, pervades, softens, muffles, hides.

A tree; a shadowed nest; boughs hanging low;

Twilight; twig clusters; drops dangling in a row.

[James Togeas, 'September Fog', from 33 Minnesota Poets]