An Eerie Morning... (A Poem)

An eerie morning, grey and still, the fog so thick that the sky looks and feels like a piece of pottery that could crack open right before you, the stale heat of the morning sun touches me as if it were wearing winter gloves.  

It makes me think, 

What is this day all about? 

What is the atmosphere trying to say? 

It feels like an apocalypse is coming on but it’s just another day... 

A day of subtle breeze, 

That will come & go like any other.  

Breaking apart the day, 

The night breeds new beginnings, 

To reflect, to reset, 

To relive the memories as we drift away in slumber, 

But when the morning rises, 

The birds chirp a song of new, 

The children play, 

The music of a new day... 

This morning is a lesson for me, 

Although eerie, it reminds me that time has a way of kissing us goodbye, 

That hard times may be on the rise, but the fears of yesterday are always floating away.  

So fear not, 

For the day ahead is such a beautiful gift, 

That it needs an eerie morning to mask its blinding beauty.