The silent night
Almost dawn
With a cool breeze
It starts,
From the east.
You'd have seen
Nothing like it,
Mist
They call it.

Dumbfound
By the sight of it,
Shimmering street lights
Distant
But clear.
A Harley
Roaring on
The highway.

An unimaginable
But real
Beauty.
Par excellence.
I can see
The darkness
Fade away,
And abruptly
Scattered
Comes the grey.