I woke up to obscured skies
When sleep had barely left my eyes.
I knew the damp September air
Hid a blazing sun up there,
But all I saw were wisps of haze
As I shook off my morning daze,
The mists were wrapped around the trees
Undisturbed by random breeze;
I imbibed the fog-veiled sight
Of early autumn’s diffused light.
Dawn’s tendrils wrapped my mind in bliss
When I received its wake-up kiss
Of mist upon my thirsty skin
And peace upon my soul within.