pigeons like sentinels
line the rooftop
a line of grey silhouettes
against the backdrop
of the morning fog
chimney smoke
drifts like passing clouds
weaving its way through the fog
as matilda sleeps warmly inside
abby sits out with coat over nightgown
she's taking in the quiet
hands warmed while cradling
a hot cup of coffee
she sits out alone
catching a few peaceful moments
as the sun's slow rising
burns the fog away