The Night Watchman

Dense fog hangs on
Rather obstinately 
The underlying sense of gloom
Is undeniable 

Rays of the morning sun
Battle to sneak in
The air feeble in its movement 
Struggles to rustle a leaf 

The embers have braved on
Valiant in their heat
They beat a cold night
The ashes tell their tale 

The steaming cup of tea
Signals a new day
Dutybound or subservient 
He salutes with a morning wish

Hope and need intertwine
Need saying survive another day
Hope nudging and telling him 
This too shall pass