Morning Fog

The hazy fog 
clings to everything in sight
It slowly drifts as it
weaves its soft web
It swirls and surrounds 
all objects in its path
It blurs my vision as 
I pass through its walls

It persists in its mission to 
drip its cloudy sweat
throughout each crack and crevice 
and permeate each pore
It completes its job
as the morning comes to light
Its goal has been achieved
It has spread for all to see