Foggy Dew.

The morning full of foggy dew.
The sky grey and no longer sky blue.
Ambience damp and foggy cold.
On this part of earth winter has took its hold.
I walk through a blanket of fog.
With my trusted friend my pet dog.
All around foggy quietness.
On my clothes lies foggy wetness.
I walk and walk through a foggy haze.
Thinking about my comfy home where a log fire does warmly blaze.
Roads empty of lung poisoning cars.
Sky empty of astral stars.
My pet dog does jump and run.
He don’t care he’s having fun.
See the light of my comfy log fire.
Soon I’ll be home and in comfort for the rest of the day indoors i will retire.