Morning Mirages

Sunrise less blinding

Softened by this sfumato

Early morning fog


Edges indistinct

Diaphanous demarcations

Between tree and sky


Distant muted peep

Nightjar’s echoed offering

Breaks not the stillness


Thinking too, clouded

By hazy interruptions

Misty dreaming guests


Gentle caresses

Of humid morning breezes

Silken kimonos


The only crispiness

Present on this Early morn: 

Apple on my tongue


The only sharpness

That incisive aroma:

Coffee in my cup


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