Cold: my toes wiggle.
Rainfall: happy redwoods weep.
Fog encroaches yet.

There: now you are here,
but you are warmer inside –
kindled by haiku.   :)

©14Dec2010 @DracoTalpus
for Judith Giganti, who has
never been to California, who
has a huge heart, and who is
otherwise a tiny woman with
a contrary name.  ;)

And even when my mind is foggy
And my eyes are glazed

Your image remains as clear as ever.

You make
My head
Feel hazy
Like Summer
Afternoons
All my thoughts
Forgotten as
They rush
To make room
For you.

Wandering the streets in vain,
A darkened soul calls my name,
Her haunting voice draws me near,
The path I take, will soon appear,

The fog as thick as yesteryear,
Clinging to my pores and hair,
My tired feet can’t take no more,
Seeping blood upon the floor

A dancing light, leads me below,
Underneath the watching crow,
Frozen as the light draws near,
The silent train of yesteryear,


She cries for me to save her soul,
The train derails out of control,
Arms reach out, push me back,
My legs are caught upon the track,

And silence falls….


The fog retreats from where I lay,
With phantom limbs upon display,
The curse remains for all to see,
No legs remain below my knees.

Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.

I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.

(My Mind Questions It)

So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.

A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.

The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.

Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.

I like the fog during the night
To smell the ice cold and feel the cold
To see that white cloud between my skin
Tangling my brown hair
I like to smell the fog and how he makes a sinister air
To look and feel that breeze covering the old trees and autumm leaves
I like the fog and to feel the cold entering my troat
To say that it reminds me of winter
I like the contrast between the foggy white and the city's light
But I love the scent of fog

- d.a

I like walking in the fog.
I like the cold.
I love being damp,
Because wet’s taken wrong,
Wrong’s ‘round the corner,
But one or two more steps,
And inches nigh, disfigured.

When the sun burns through,
And it does,
I feel like I’m on fire,
But happy with being bright,
Being light. “Light” being –
It’s been awhile
Since I’ve seen the sun.

So I fall in love with the sunrise,
The light and not the stranger.
“It’s the real deal,” I mumble,
But funny enough,
I miss the fog over time,
And the stranger even more,
And slightly later.

If I could hijack all the planes
That land and take off in between us
I would
If I could calm this storm
So we can see clearly
Right before we forget what love even looks like
I would

But my love,
All I can try to do
With these endless days ahead
Is to trust
That when the fog fades
You'll still be looking for me

Driving to school,
couldn't see far
through all the fog
but I couldn't tell if it was fog
or tears threatening to fall.
I listened as drops of water
fell from the leaves
above on the trees
Were they crying?
Or were they plummeting to their death?
I turned up the radio as it started to thunder
so I turned it back down
'cause storms remind me that the sky
cries sometimes, too