Posts tagged fog
Haiku-a-day
A full moon over foggy grasslands on an October morning.

Always a surprise,
birds chatter in morning fog,
full moon, still not set.

Haiku-a-day
An October sunrise over a foggy grassland and a tree on a creekbank.

Deer steam through grasslands,
birds arrange and rearrange
for the change to come.

Haiku-a-day
A view of grasslands in morning the sunrise light coming through a tree by a creek in light fog.

The sun in this tree —
it gets caught every morning,
held briefly, warmly.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks through tall grass and goldenrod towards a field cover in thick, low-hanging fog with the person who loves him most.

We’re always going —
into fields of goldenrod,
into that dark night.

Haiku-a-day
A black and white dog walks curiously along a faded deer path turough wild carrot, goldenrod and tall grass towards a field covered in a low bank of fog with the person who loves him most.

The meadow deer path
led us through soft wild carrot,
fog, clinging to it.