Foggy Morning

The fog rolls on through the morning
as December comes around each year.
Something I may have never noticed,
something that would have slipped 
consciousness as days and seasons
meld into one monochromatic year
after year…

Except being inspired by love’s
joy for the world and time we have.
Living in the world and the emergence
of color in a soft sunrise, and appreciation
of the lack thereof in the fog of a predawn
morning, not unlike a predawn of living.