Fog “Haiku”

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.