Fog . Caterpillar train cocooned in a yellow mist; countryside obscured. . by Scooj Rate this:Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Published by scooj I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order. View all posts by scooj
Thank you. Yes it was. It has been a while though since last I was on a train. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I am reliant on what I see out of the window, but there is usually something inspiring. LikeLiked by 1 person
Natural adventures 
A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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Love the imagery and metaphor.
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Thank you. As soon as it came, the thick fog lifted. Maybe only a few miles.
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Gorgeous imagery. Another train ride Haiku?
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Thank you. Yes it was. It has been a while though since last I was on a train.
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You should ride it more often so you can write more of these gems.
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I am reliant on what I see out of the window, but there is usually something inspiring.
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