It’s the season of ‘mists and mellow fruitfulness’, and we’ve had quite a few foggy mornings. All I want to do is curl up with a good book, and let the day take care of itself …
foggy day 
afternoon nap
with two cats
early mist …
curtains
of grey lichen
strong coffee 
before hockey practice –
dense fog
the last haiku was first published by Extract(s)
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
