Driving in this morning, on my usual country road between my small town that I live in and the small city I work in, I pass lots of farms. This morning, with fog still around, and the Sun starting to rise above the horizon and tree lines, my head started filling up with haikus. A few (all similar) that remain...
a lingering fog
sun, burning upon cornstalks
morning commences
fields, shrouded in gray
fog, clinging to existence
dying to the Sun
Sun, burning, rising,
clearing darkness from the world
illuminating
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