Morning Breeze

A Sonnet

Sweet sun rays pierced through the haze.

Crows cawed and the day has just break.

Crisp dry leaves wafting in the breeze.

A group of pigeons just started circling by the cliff. 

There's smoke fanning out from the street,

someone induced fresh coal in the earthen pot.

Sound of engine buzzing in through the haze -

There's the milk van loaded with all the cans.

Cycle bells ring, the old man draped in a shawl -

paddled in with piles of fresh newspaper prints. 

Dew drops hung low at the edge of the grass. 

Moss green field breathe out with relief. 

Cold, dark, and deep as the fog seems -

life unfolds slowly in the morning breeze.