Mist Dropped As A Cloth Upon A Dead Man's Face

Well it is Hallowe'en. :) I was going to post a green shieldbug that had taken on a bluish tinge while changing to its winter bronze (extras) until I came home from Amwell nature reserve as the light was fading, a blanket of mist settling in the valley.

"That night, the slow mists of the evening dropped,
Dropped as a cloth upon a dead man’s face,
And weltered in the Valley, bluish-white
Like water very silent—spread abroad,
Like water very silent, from the Shrine
Unlighted of Taman to where the stream
Is dammed to fill our cattle-troughs—sent up
White waves that rocked and heaved and then were still,
Till all the Valley glittered like a marsh,
Beneath the moonlight, filled with sluggish mist
Knee-deep, so that men waded as they walked." 

I didn't wade through the mist but wanted to.