Early Morning Fog

            Streetlights flickering, orange pools of light

            glinting off harsh asphalt

            Wispy, unformed shadows drifint across

            Silver fog wraps around houses like

            a mother’s arms, shielding them from

            the fearful night

            Sliding across grass, still heavy

            with dewdrops tears, gently kissing them away

            All alone, hanging in the air,

            heavy with secrets of

            what goes bump in the night

            Be our shield, our protector from

            the night and we fear you,

            in your silver, misty glory and

            we long for you to fade under the glare of the sun.

            But not I.

            I let you wrap your arms around me

            like a long lost friend,

            let you whisper secrets of the night

            and as you melt away

            before the sun:

            I smile my thanks.