Earth’s misty gray heavens
silently descend
to kiss
the crown of Fall tipped leaves
embracing
them in momentary privacy,
magnifying
the morning hush
allowing the world to
rest
for a few hours longer
in the delayed brightness of day.
Over the past few weeks, I have encountered more foggy mornings than I would say is typical for me. There is something about these mornings where the world is covered in a comforting hush that reaches deep into my soul. It brings a comfort to me. Truly, I enjoy the world with softened edges. I could be in the minority with that opinion, but I am fine with that.
There is something magical I would say about watching fog dissipate as sun’s rays warm the air and it evaporates. Some mornings it goes so quickly from a blanket of gray to brilliant blue sky with sunshine. Other mornings, the blanket is slower to be pulled back to reveal the beauty held in its cloak. Does that not reflect us humans on some mornings- either tossing off our covers and bounding out of bed to embrace the new day or hesitantly raising our heads from our pillows and placing our feet on the floor with a big stretch and final yawn?
Maybe that is why I connect so with foggy mornings- which way will I rise in the morning?
Doodads and Doodles 