this morn

some mornings
you wake
next to a lover
or a friend
a captor
or a wind
this morn
I woke
next to a soggy
low-lying and lovely
cloud that mixes
with the trees
just outside
my window.
It looks like what Halloween's
supposed to look like
when you wake up on the morning
of that all hallows eve.
Or it appears to as you dreamed
it would the first morning
you awake at the Castle called
Hogwarts.
It is so beautiful;
I yearn to do something so that
I may
recall the occasion
I haven't a camera
I can't draw, but I could try.
I want to go play in it,
to feel that moisture on my skin
oh it's been so long.
Fog won't you come back to me
just a little more often?