November 13th, 2001

caillebotte_man at his window

Night Fog

The steady rain has paused, and the clouds, descending, nuzzle into the vales and shroud the trees. Now night is all a luminescent mist. The water drips from the trees onto the bed of fallen leaves which, moistened, scent the chilly air with a smell prescient of next spring's growth. In the bushes, the small birds shelter silent in their nests. Only the owl wakes and watches the night, from some high branch of a ponderosa. Tomorrow, surely, a bit of sun.
caillebotte_man at his window

The pun, the pun!

Clicking about at random last night, I came across the journal of hachibambatar, whose interest lists included the delightful "haiku d'etat." It was linked, so I clicked and found three more people listing it as an interest: animalchin, baybaylan, and tacosauce. Well, I ask you, How could I resist so excellent a pun? I added myself to the list. Perhaps someday there will be a haiku d'etat community. Perhaps someday there will be a haiku d'etat. I can hardly wait.