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Morning arrives, but not really too sure
Mysterious blanket stretches overnight
Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure
It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight
Tree tops arise above this soupy fog
Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense
While the sun waits, taking a long jog
Waiting on nature, makes huge sense
School delays pop up on the morning news
Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep
Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view
Headaches for parents, their day in a heap
Calmness and stillness thrive without wind
Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night
Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send
Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight
Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”
On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright
Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within
Warning all of danger, fog covers the light
Small town’s main street, deserted to all
Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through
Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls
Local police look out, very little to view
Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores
There is time for another cup of brew
A rancher returns for coffee and more
His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue
Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup
Better the early birds, hang out in their coop

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Thank you.
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you got me with the coffee and cinnamon rolls – I want a day like that!
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Yes to the coffee and cinnamon rolls! Overall, a great visual piece.
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Is this a kind nod to chickens? “ Better the early birds, hang out in their coop.” (Whenever it snows here, which is very seldom, that’s exactly what my chickens do!)
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Love your vivid imagery through words!
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Fog is my favorite. (Unless I’m driving)
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Thanks for reading Deborah! I can remember driving in a foggy night. Driving up a hill, the heavy fog transformed my car into an airplane taking off. I felt like I was going up, going up.
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