In the mist
In the mist
She swirls
On ankle strapped
Heels
Powdered perfection
Trailing
Perfume and
Bright scarlet
Smiles in the arms
Of her tall cop
Brass buttons
Shining
In the mist
Beyond
As flocks of
Cardinals
Clock their
Time to soar
~
the thing about mist
is that like dementia
you cannot grab hold
of anything …
~
Signpost
~
Signpost
We follow
Running
In the mist
Never catching
Up in time
Except for
A brief glimpse
Signpost: Dementia
Shimmering
I love the imagery of your first, the straps, brass and burst of cardinal are poignant. Nicely written, Pearl!
ReplyDeleteThank you Hannah! So appreciate you stopping by and your lovely comments :)
DeleteBeautiful writing, kiddo. Especially "as flocks of cardinals clock their time to soar".
ReplyDeleteSherry - So much respect and appreciate your comment... (psst .. I liked the line you chose as well)...
DeleteLove that haiku + 1!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mama Zen - delighted you enjoyed :)
DeleteMist is a great simile. Love the images you paint with your words.
ReplyDeleteAw Other Mary ... need to get over to you and read. Thank you!
Delete...you cannot grab hold. Nice.
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