Fog “Haiku”

I love fog and mist, they are of course in reality, dragon’s breath.

Everbody sane knows this.


dripping with silence

the fog embraces

a vellum envelope


no breath breathing

a distillation of dew

way before its dawn


the spectre of a barn

hidden coyly

beyond a misty fig leaf


wet blotting papers

with no ink of sun

to irradiate diamonds


cling like chewing gum

to the damp

pavement of the day


soon the Tenebrae

of dusk, will tip toe,

up the green carpet


this sceptered isle

will lay its head

on pillow down


the fog will give

of its febrile feathers

to comfort in sleep.