May 6, 2009 0
To The Valley Fog
by Don Campbell
Through the bedroom window
You are there in the morning
Filling every space with snow-like silence
Fooling the northerner with your whiteness
Covering the tops of trees and the roof line of tall buildings
You soften every edge in town
Drip off gutter corners into the streets
Leaving a trail the cats avoid
The valley surface thirsty from a long summer's drought
Is glad for any water...even yours now dirty
From the dust and grime you've trickled off
The leaves and the stone walls
The people are troubled because you break
Their speed as they drive to work
Hawks stay put ...