Fog

The fog is in this morning
Creeping up the glens though
I am far from Scotland’s dark green
Hills I see out the window here fog
A soft gray blanket pulled up to
Nature’s chin warming her old
Bones deepening slumbers
Until the sun bright or dim
Yellow makes fog lift or
Flow back into the sea
So day can start and
Breakfast made and
Hot tea with milk
Toast and jam
Eggs and a
Bit or two
Of bacon
To cheer
Us up,
But
For now
The fog is in
And I am
Happy
Hid
Away.