A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Fog and Mist

The Kiss

Foggy autumn dawn
Clouds descending from the sky
To caress the earth.


Eau d’parfum

Heavy morning fog
The scent of unseen roses
Clings to the damp air.


Foggy spring morning
Seagulls embroidered in white
On the quilted clouds.

The Gleaners

Damp-feathered sparrows
Forage in the dewy grass
Misty March morning.

Misty Morning II

Single cormorant
Why do foghorns always sound
Lonely in the dawn?

Fog II

Gray winter morning
Pine trees loom out of the mist
Beyond them – nothing.


Winter morning fog
Ghosts walk between ghosts of trees
Distant in the dawn.