Friday, January 9, 2015

today and its haiku

ghost trees loom in the
shroud of fog--I silently
tread down the mountain

6 comments:

Yvonne Osborne said...

Eerily perfect. Fog quiets everything, like snow. The ultimate silencer is snowfog.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Thanks, Yvonne. It feels good to be finding my writing and haiku again.

Julie Dao said...

There's something so quiet and sad about mist. I love this picture and you have found the perfect words to go with it!

Jan Morrison said...

Lovely in all ways!

Donna said...

Beautiful.

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

Julie: You're so right about the sort of haunting quality. Thanks!

Jan and Donna: Thank you!