Misty City

Twilight has cast its shadows
Upon the face of the city;
Pockets of darkness intensify
on side streets and lonely alleys

Fog envelopes the atmosphere
Blanketing the air ever so thickly.
A comforting sensation of tightly
woven wool, accentuating a weather
meant to be dreary.

Problems and worries seem so small
in this comforting cocoon
of hallowed mistiness
Encouraging some to be enthralled
Placated by a sudden shift of
November's eclectic fare

Glancing up I see a tower,
the crown of a building soaring proudly
In the mist it appears ethereal
Ghostly, as its lighted top looms through,
piercing the mantle of moisture
hanging transfixed in the sky

Shedding the day's mundane impressions
The city takes on certain enchantment
Lights wink knowingly through a veil of fog.
Mystery and illumination
seemingly buoyant; weightless and unbothered
by the day's drudgery and slog.

Though I am but an insignificant bystander
in this silent, enchanting evening
nighttime intensifies yet adds a touch
of comfort; enriching already swirling sensations
and somehow...
I am a part of it all as well.