Fog 2

From river rock cliff,

lichen paint and fern,

many -colored walls of rock,

from foaming water over rapids

and the breathing  waters

in the lake beyond the bay,

comes evening fog in columns

piled and joined, grown, rising,

rising to the edge of the land.

 

Looking for a moment to the mountains,

to a touch of light,

to wooded curve and cleft of hills

and turning back, we feel

the grey advance.

 

Pines begin their beading

needlework of water drops

on this great shroud, cool,

isolater, river mantle, fog.

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