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.

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