TULE FOG

 

 

Stacked in the valley

and thick as milk gravy,

it spills over the ridge

 

in slow-rolling waves

eclipsing the daylight

to swallow you up

 

in cold cottony gray.

Easy to get lost in the fog

when you can’t see

 

your horse’s wet ears—

find something dry

to start a fire

 

and wait for it to lift—

or trust he knows

his blind way home.

 

 

 

 

4 responses to “TULE FOG

  1. Roll down your pickup truck window… hear it better.

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  2. Gorgeous photo f fog most of us never see!
    Merry Christmas!

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