Prairie Fog in Six Haikus

A Hometown Poem

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1.
Walking through the fog,
withered forms arise in mist's
hidden dimension.

2.
Snow yields to light,
droplets cling to withered stems,
fog's dim light refracts.

3.
Dew drops, jewels gleam, 
on stalks once strong and vibrant:
Prairie's silent grace.

4.
Golden eyes faded, 
coneflower hearts' withered maze,
ghosts of seasons past.

6.
Seed pods, husks remain, 
but life persists unseen,
reborn in fog's embrace.

6.
True form in the mist,
beyond the sharp, the defined:
Prairie's soul unveiled.

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