Morning Mist

A fine lace of mist has
drenched the atmosphere
as dawn arrived while
grey fog cradled the
sleeping world and dawn
briefly retreated. Steeped
in the delicate mist, colour
absented to a dense
monochrome, and there
is no sky, no landscape to
be discerned, but somewhere
nearby there is a bluejay
whose piercing call has
penetrated the fog, deflating
its adamant impermeability
creating an opportunity
for the sun to cast its dim glow
to disperse the damp gloom.