“How much farther?”
“I don’t know. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.”
“Let’s take a break.”
“If we stop, we won’t start again.”
“Is this a whiteout?”
“This is every shade of gray God has invented.”
clear mist wets black skin
boots sink in powdered snowdrift
gray swaddles the land
For Haibun Monday
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Love your last line: “gray swaddles the land”
It can be dangerous in that snow storm.
I often feel that greyout is more like reality than whiteout.
whiteout is more like death perhaps