Fog “Haiku”

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

Everbody sane knows this.

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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.