Morn’s foggy presence
Hiding life itself
Nature’s thick blanket
Covering herself
Damp, misty drizzle
Adding with each drop
Nature’s wet coating
Causing traffic stops
Time waits, suspended
Clouding over sky
Nature’s shy retreat
Blocking watchful eyes
Cool air presses in
Chilling every bone
Nature’s icy balm
Spreading frigid zone
Another hour hides
Leaving denser fog
Nature’s signature
Sleeping dialogue
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
Early morning dawn arrives
Missing nature’s boldest light
Covering heavens and earth
Thickest fog masks sun’s headlight
Ghostly, ominous shadows
Cloaking trees by hidden creek
Slithering mist moves unchecked
Nature fills with blind mystique
Stillness surrounds paradise
Witnessing morning on hold
Waiting patiently for change
Nature removes her blindfold
Suddenly, haze disappears
Hailing sun’s brilliant return
Switching on morning’s magic
Thankfully, fog now adjourns
Gentle breeze blowing
Autumn leaves fluttering down—
Fading memories
Pollen count drops low
Refreshing air we now breathe—
Morning rains arrive
Morning’s early dawn
Fog blankets each creek and pond—
What mysteries wait?
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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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Morning arrives filled with much rain and fog
The view outside looks more like soggy smog
The arrival of another day brings a new, fresh start
Hopefully a writer’s words will be like a work of art
Twinkling street lights appear through the wet haze
The sun’s illumination will remain hidden all this day
Sounds of rain splashing against the window’s glass
This morning mist looks to find a home at long last
Perhaps the intense rain will inspire a pen to write
Maybe words will arrive with impressions so right
The calmness evaporates as a gentle wind arrives
The steady rain matures as its intensity thrives
Rain hurls through the air in a sideways manner
The large drops sound as loud as a jackhammer
Lightning flashes across the foggy, gray sky
Rumbling thunder echoes as if a jet flies by
The worn, wooden planks of the patio deck shine
A slippery sheen generates added beauty so fine
The sky lightens up for a moment or two
Nature’s own light offers a beautiful view
Now the rain restarts with amounts far too much
Flooding may bring for some an absence of luck
The day will continue to be soggy and wet for all
At least this poem has answered a writer’s call
Big Sky Buckeye 