Morning Fog

Fog seldom settles over this small city,
At times it pauses in early morning hours
to listen to the tranquil cooing
of pottering pigeons.

The shadowed sky appears comatose
as it breeds an air of dissolution
against the hypnotic setting
of a sleeping city.

Citizens awaken to the pale glow of mid-dawn.
The sky which had harbored
the heavy, leaden fog
now leaves only a whisper of grey
as evidence of its existence.