The dawn chorus is delayed.
An eerie calm settles all around.
Car headlights cut through the fog.
A Virginia Creeper cascades down a fence,
its autumn red stands proud in the gloom.
Misty spiders-webs cover wire fences.
Spiders in residence await a meal.
The recently trimmed hedgerow glistens,
damp,
covered in tiny droplets.
The rising sun colours the whole of the eastern sky a pale orange,
but fails to break through.
The avenues between the apple trees are just rows of fog stretching into the distance.
Sheep in a field drift in and out of view,
and a train passes,
unseen.
I think it's going to be a lovely day!
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