mountains disappear
mountain reappears
the fog’s conjurings
Tag: fog
1999
waking to a hot day
come back, cooling fog
forget what I said
1688
all along these hills
battlements of pine and oak
holding back the fog
1500
bay reflects on fog
blue blending with blue
sails, faint dabs of white
831
smoky plumes
all along piney ridges
gray becomes morning
815
coasting the hills
pouring into valleys
doves of gray mist
567
a late winter fog
on San Francisco Bay– then
a slice of white sail
六十六 (rewrite)
520
San Francisco hills
mobs of Russian blues drift by
on little fog feet
六十六
(for Wendover)
437
russian blue morning
oozes through doors and windows
gray cat gazes out
431
up a winding road
cars follow a truck’s tail lights
ducklings in the fog