Fingers of fog slipped
stealthily down the mountain
sniffing each treetop
before moving on,
obscuring everything
as it slid downhill.
Tag: fog
Foggy Views
Stillness and reflection
thick enough to feel
permeable to entry
shrouding what lies ahead
like a portal to the future.
Will we recognize it
when we see it?
Reflections in Haiku
Memorial Day
unmasks the real you, not a
reflected version.
Fog of war perhaps
obscures what you let us see.
It does not hide all.
Like a gliding goose,
the teleprompter’s words just
show us the surface
Midnight tweets reveal
Your inner thought and wishes
Underneath the words.
