haiku’s on fog

O beautiful morn

shrouded and clouded in mist

fogged o’er secret Spring

Links to the Pond smlr

wake up now dear Spring

shed the blanket of morning

wipe the fog away

Secret Gatherings

Where, oh morn are you?

Where are your budding flowers?

Even birds whisper

Behind the Fence Line smlr

 

The End Of Language #1

The “end of language” is a new art project I’m working on.  This is the first image in that project.  I will be posting future images as individual posts.   For more information about this project please see the following page: https://onbeingbecoming.com/the-end-of-language/

end of language #1