It is an odd view from the window. Bare woods, tree branches stark naked unmoved by birds or breeze. Just engulfed in fog. The type that brings with it a chill that is not easily shaken. I sit cuddling my mug of tea pondering the movement of the sunlight through the morning fog. I liken it to an impressionist painting without the colors. What else could be moving through that mist unseen, I wonder. Then, there they were!
family of deer
fawn lags behind distracted
headed to the creek
Pat R
12/11/17
For dVerse Poets Pub where tonight is haibun monday and the prompt is : Pleasantly Surprised
thoughts and entanglements 
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