Putah-Cache Haiku

Putah and Cache: Going Further

Tule Haiku

For Gary Snyder, who suggested it.

Biking across town Tule fog biting my ears Should have worn a hat Dan Leroy	Fog is the Valley's koan Form in emptiness We practice clear mind not sky Rob Thayer
am i lost, or just loosing my perspective here in this valley swale? Michael Marchetti	Tule fog slows me Down, I am not in control Blessings, tule fog Jean Jackman
Droplets on cat fur, fog as soft and wet, but cold all the way in to bone. Amy J. Boyer	tree after tree row fades back into tule drape closeness shows distance Laurie Glover
	Angry strangers gripe, What the heck is a tule? Fog snagged on thousands . . . Maria Melendez
Rustle. Rustle. Shhhh . . . Something stirring in the fields. Tule fog secrets. Jackie Rogers

"Tule fog" is a cool phrase. It makes me want to strip, coat myself in lard and war paint, and dance around a fire until my enemies surrender for reasons unknown to them.
Sean Lyons

Funny how haiku keeps involving cars . . . tule fog & cars, natural antagonists, & therefore mutual attractors.
Amy J. Boyer

fog thinning, clean light into, on and over the car tumbleweed tumble Kelly Lyons
night tule on elmwood, 1969: headlights hit the wall—watch out! follow the curb, door open Sarah Motley	the north winds blow through the trees are left stark naked ready for winter Lisa Erskine
Cyberhighway storm Causing pileups and crashes Blizzard of haikus Frances Ransley
	seamless flat and gray dreams for the apoplectic brain falling softly Charles Efferson

What little cat feet?
Carl Sandburg never saw this
Lioness linger.
Linda Book

Coming in on cat's feet?
No, the fog rises up and strikes,
an army of cold snakes
Peter Moyle

sweep of valley wind
the gusts of tule blue sky
transparent fog spins
Jamie Chomas

homeless, stumbling
in thick tule fog
of the mind
Marilyn Moyle

high clouds or low ones
it’s all the same grey seeping
into my pea coat
Jake Mann

Let strangers complain
Of our misty mystery:
Tule fog defines us!
Anonymous

full moon night—bright seed
drops wide rings of light into
the clouds of our dreams
Sarah Motley

clear sky to horizon
acorns crack under bike tires
absent tule fog, missing mystery
Christy Brigham