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Friday, January 9, 2015

today and its haiku

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

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6 comments:

  1. Yvonne OsborneJanuary 10, 2015 at 4:05 AM

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

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  2. Tricia J. O'BrienJanuary 14, 2015 at 5:42 PM

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

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  3. Julie DaoJanuary 15, 2015 at 9:02 AM

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

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  4. Jan MorrisonJanuary 20, 2015 at 2:54 PM

    Lovely in all ways!

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  5. DonnaJanuary 21, 2015 at 6:08 AM

    Beautiful.

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  6. Tricia J. O'BrienFebruary 12, 2015 at 11:11 AM

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

    Jan and Donna: Thank you!

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