clearing fog–
reds, yellows and blues
dot the sled hill
Published by
Mike Farley
I live with my wife Shirlee on a cattle ranch near the little ski town of Red Lodge, Montana, and have been loving and writing haiku for several years now. I draw my inspiration from the images of the high-plains, mountains, weather, wildlife, livestock, ranch work and outdoor recreation which surround me daily.
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it was a good poem but it was hard to understand.
the different colors of the fog was a good detail of the poem.
skiers on the hill
colorful apparitions
peering through the fog
steam rising
from Lake Michigan
eastern sky
cool dreary day
continuing to bloom —
the bougainvillaeas
–
dusk rain
boy counts colours
of rainbow
Really enjoyed “clearing fog,” Mike. Very nice!
rolling fog—
a colony of gulls
haunting the breakwater
mist
upon the lake
lone boater rows on …
breath of spring
hyacinths blooming
in grocery stores
the red sky
which it had been
before the white-white snow
absence
of water-sounds
the icebergs
ta’neisha, you’ve given me a new read; rather late, yet better than never. wondering what gave the fog it’s hues.
–
those reds, the pinks, the orange
these bougainvillaeas i love best–
snowcone white
–
wondering how orange(s) would
have worked? and why i always think of the cone in snowcone white?