The fog rolled in thick today.
I watched in silence
as it drifted lazily
through the pines.
The sun had not yet risen
and the savory smell of sage
wafted through the air
on gentle gusts.
The sharp A flat
of the tea kettle
brought my mind back
from the forest,
and for a moment,
my heart broke
for all of the mornings,
just like this,
we would never share.

~LT