Spider Webs in the Mist

Spider Webs in the Misty Morn

I greet the dawn through dreary eyes and a cup of hot tea

My senses awaken upon inhaling the crisp morning air

My skin arouses with chills, joints ache without pills

All will be forgotten with the first cast of feather and hair

Fog lies upon the silent still water

It rises in many a more turbulent place

The birds chime in, it brings a grin

to my early morn stiff bearded face

The sun beams through a foggy thick haze

Just a glow without any distinct edge

Moisture drops from leafy tree tops

and dimples below the bank side ledge

The morning mist reveals exquisite webs

upon the grass and along the iron railed bridge

I take it all in, again I grin

as a bird of prey encircles a distant ridge

Somewhere in town the world goes round

The hustle and bustle the norm

But look for me here, in serenity and fishing gear

Such a peaceable morn

　____~doubletaper