moisture drops congealed
half the world concealed
one of winter's woes

autumn fog is light
winter fog lays heavy
on the mind
fog and snow
the big concealers
hiding what is bad
mystery cloaked
the pheasant flies
into nothingness
the flying saucer
not stopping passes back
into the mist

a nothingness
slowly being unveiled
by the winter sun

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3 comments:
I like this post Girl Friday. The mystery unveiled as the fog dissappears slowly ... gorgeous haiku.
They say that snow hides thing to be revealed at thaw.. some things maybe better remain hidden.
The last one is my favorite "nothingness" wonderful word :)
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