Darkness of night is

Ending, dawn's light

Barely seen, she walks

The harbourfront,

Wrapped in a damp 

Coat of gray fog, mist

Rising from the waters

Cover the thoughts

In her mind, soothing

Her as buoys clang and

Fog horns sound familiar

Tunes, add in the lapping

Of wavelets on the rocks

And this is her favourite

Playlist, harbour lamps

Dim as fog dissipates,

Removing her private

World so with a sigh

She turns toward a

Nearby streetside café

Where morning coffee

And buttery croissants

Await to fuel the next

Steps of her day.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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