Posts tagged fog
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.