Midwinter Mist

Eerie mist haunts
this midwinter Monday morn.
Atop a hazy cloud by the sea
the balcony merges
with the vapours of my tea.
Nowhere in the fog
unaware of their own bounds,
detached roads vanish
under smoked shadowy tresses
of giant Ghaf trees.
As smog - smudged structures
hover over nothingness,
strewn into thick air, I hear
silent sounds of prayer…

~ Midwinter Monday mornings in the desert seem mistier every passing year!