Fog blankets the world,
a soft, grey hug.
I press my nose to the cool window,
My breath clouds the glass.
The familiar becomes mysterious,
shapes blurred and distant.
Trees are ghosts,
houses are shadows.
My coffee mug warms my hands,
The steam rises to join the mist outside.
I imagine it seeping through the walls,
adding to the dreamy haze.
In this cocoon of quiet,
time feels stretched and slow.
The day hasn't quite begun,
and anything seems possible.
I wrap my cardigan tighter,
a shield against the chill,
and settle into my favourite chair
to watch the world wake up.
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetryThis enchanting collection of poems celebrates the quiet magic of rainy days, inviting readers to curl up with a warm cup of tea and explore the beauty of grey skies. From misty mornings to stormy nights, each poem is a soft blanket for the soul, e...
