Mist “Haiku”

dripping with silence

the fog embraces

a spectre of the barn

 

wet blotting papers

closer than atoms

sucking out the ink

 

day pillowing down

in a vellum envelope

of feint watermarks

 

shrouding the hermit

gauzing his eyes and

night, feather paints

 

the compass of hush

in all the quarters

is pulling up duvets