Foggy Hilltop [Haiku]

foggy hilltop:
something moves,
striped by trunks.

Gray [Free Verse]

The sky is gray.
The lake is gray.
The city beyond is gray.

Once so big,
The city is now small,
And I fear fog
Might erase it.

Lost in a Fog [Free Verse]

Lost
in a foggy wood.

all the trees alike,
no long view,
no hint of the sun's position...
(or existence.)

just the vertical stripes of
straight pinetree trunks --
like the bars
of the cell
of a giant --
laid against a fluffy white
backdrop.

I can scurry between
the bars, like a mouse,
but am still lost
and still caged.

DAILY PHOTO: Mountain Forest

Erased [Haiku]

from the hillfort,
fog sliding down valley
erases modernity.

Foggy Forest [Haiku]

fog floats in;
rows of trees consumed
by whiteness.

Mind Fog [Free Verse]

The fog envelopes me.
I draw vivid pictures
on its white surface.

I don't know how I do it,
But I know why.

It's a craving:
To fill emptiness,
To disallow silence.

The fog's texture is
Subtle, but existent.

Should I not sketch my story
On that white surface,
But rather give it my attention
then I might see that texture,
and then see it clearly,
and - eventually - feel it
as I glide my hand
though space...
Blind and at ease.

Movement [Haiku]

a barge creeps
out of the fog:
winter river.

Foggy Morning [Senryū]

foggy morning:
a figure approaches...
nope, just a shrub!

DAILY PHOTO: Trailside Tree