Earth was wet with dew,
Fog rolled over the hills,
Gentlest breeze blew,
And with it, the chills!

Morning of the mist,
That rolled in at dawn;
But what a strange twist-
Everything seemed gone!

Gray was that day.
Lost, the sun.
A walk by the bay,
To ponder some phenomenon.

Early morning mist,
That preceeded the blaze,
Could not resist,
But to vanish in haze!