grey silence

My footsteps echo loudly in the grey silence of the fog. Back home safely I search for my keys to open the back door, when I recognize the sound of geese. I turn and look up, however it is impossible to estimate the distance. The volume of the muffled sounds increases slowly, to arrive somewhere directly above me half a minute later.
Standing patiently I follow the sound with my eyes, until it is gone.

frost flowers

on the window

the street deserted

 

[in 2010 verschenen op Haibun Today]