Mist In The Early Morning Poem by spiritual seeker

Mist in the early morning of February,
Like a white cloak covering,
Soft warm glowing street light trying to break through,
Beautiful and mysterious.

Mist in the early morning,
Like ghostly shadows,
people silently walking through.
As the mist thickens in the air,
Crows flew in the sky,
Resting on the low branches,
calling loudly in the cool, silent morning...
What a contrast in colour!
Strangely presence in this white misty air.