Foggy Dawn
I love these foggy dawns of
spring and early summer:
mornings of limited visibility,
muffled sounds, water
coating every surface.
These are quiet mornings,
made for contemplation,
self-reflection.
I do not need to deeply analyze
to know these are mornings of:
certain limited sadness,
unfulfilled expectations,
intentions set-aside,
uncompleted lives,
lost causes
However, they are mornings of
promise still, if not for me,
then perhaps for you.