Tag Archives: Haze

Mourning (day 2159)

Day has carried on into
A field I’ve lost to haze
Rain has washed the sting
From my perfect daze
Yet over by the maple tree
There sits a crow, asleep
Waiting for the water to
Abide, a good day weep.

Maybe Not Everyday (day 929)

Winter wears it’s colors proudly in this city
Fighting white with tropical greens
Peering around every West-Coast corner
Drab gray peaks and arches
Occasionally peak out from behind foggy haze
Curling around
Northern mountains
Leaving otherwise black vistas
With an icing-sugar like pose
After cold arctic winds
Blow off those quiet days
Maybe not everyday
But on the days it does
You look and smile and reach out
To say hello