Haiku VI-X

VI
The cold fog has dropped
Icy souls with a blanket
Blanket of white clouds

VII
Clouds like a soft bed
As a veil of mist and air
Smothering the earth

VIII
Natures sweet revenge
Obscure views of death valley
Dawn wakes the white foam

IX
The mystic silence
And amazing winter frost
Tended to remain

X
How low will they stay?
Raging foams that's white as snow
Will they ever go?