As on many mornings of late autumn,
there is an ever so sly fog –
water in it’s most mystical incarnation –
slithering over, around, and through,
making everything look ancient and unsolved.
~Edited and adapted excerpt
from Jaimal Yogis

Foggy Day Haikus

Condensed water
lies low on the road like a
blanket from above

Foggy dew drops hang
on withered, fading grasses
creating magic

The cloudlike masses,
layers of minute droplets
make all hard to see

Everywhere one goes
clouds on the ground insist we
must move slowly
~by Natalie Scarberry

I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you. ~Isaiah 24:2   ✝

** First image via Pinterest, all other photos taken by Natalie