For Gary Snyder, who suggested it.
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Biking across town
Tule fog biting my ears
Should have worn a hat
Dan Leroy
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Fog is the Valley's koan
Form in emptiness
We practice clear mind not sky
Rob Thayer
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am i lost, or just
loosing my perspective here
in this valley swale?
Michael Marchetti
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Tule fog slows me
Down, I am not in control
Blessings, tule fog
Jean Jackman
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Droplets on cat fur,
fog as soft and wet, but cold all
the way in to bone.
Amy Boyer
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Woodsmoke from fireplaces
and steam heaving from laundry vents
make tule illusions
Dan Leroy
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tree after tree row
fades back into tule drape
closeness shows distance
Laurie Glover
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Angry strangers gripe,
What the heck is a tule?
Fog snagged on thousands...
Maria Melendez
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Rustle. Rustle. Shhhh...
Something stirring in the fields.
Tule fog secrets.
Jackie Rogers
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"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 Boyer
fog problem? how's that?
this volvo is clear and warm
board meeting beckons
Michael Marchetti
fog thinning, clean light
into, on and over the car
tumbleweed tumble
Kelly Lyons
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I need to hurry
While driving I-80 but
Tule fog says, "Whoa!"
Jean Jackman
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pulled down by the roots
the ghost sinews of tule
obscure where I stand
Samaine Lockwood
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How far...those brake lights?
Faint red, Damn! Getting TOO CLOSE!
Can’t see!...Screech... "Oh, SHIT!"
Rob Thayer
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When fog covers Davis
I watch it drip out my window
and go back to my book.
Peter Moyle
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night tule on elmwood, 1969:
headlights hit the wall--watch out!
follow the curb, door open
Sarah Motley
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the north winds blow through
the trees are left stark naked
ready for winter
Lisa Erskine
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Cyberhighway storm
Causing pileups and crashes
Blizzard of haikus
Frances Ransley
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Morning: gray damp air,
dry grass; noon: sun, shorts, shirtsleeves;
Winter or summer?
Amy Boyer
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God, which way is up?
Where is north, south, east and west?
Mostly, where is "out"?
Rob Thayer
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seamless flat and gray
dreams for the apoplectic
brain falling softly
Charles Efferson
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No blizzards or snow
No Santa Anas or Chinooks
Only tule fog...
So who's complaining?
Maria Melendez
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What little cat feet?
Carl Sandburg never saw this
Lioness linger.
Linda Book
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Coming in on cat's feet?
No, the fog rises up and strikes,
an army of cold snakes
Peter Moyle
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circle then circle
again as with the fogged geese
who swam with eyes shut
Charles Efferson
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There are flocks of robins
eating my orange persimmons:
double bright in the fog
Peter Moyle
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Is a gray blanket
That muffles the frantic world
Really all that bad?
Peter Moyle
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Cold in tule fog,
I warm thinking of madtoms,
mooneyes, and darters.
Peter Moyle
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Creek Tule fogged-out
In the gray breath of winter
Red Tail shriek piercing
Dan Leroy
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Penetrating even
The cold fog of the valley:
bell call of varied thrush
Peter Moyle
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sweep of valley wind
the gusts of tule blue sky
transparent fog spins
Jamie Chomas
Didn't realize this was a contest. That means
there must be a judge. Alternately, during the
next period of fog we could tack each one to a
fence and see which one has the most staying power.
Peter Moyle
straight through tule fog
slide upsteam, a salmon king!
called by putah-to
Michael Marchetti
homeless, stumbling
in thick tule fog
of the mind
Marilyn Moyle
sick child: up all night
long walks through darkened rooms--morning
fog moves way way in
Sarah Motley
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distinguishing come
from go in this goddamned fog
breathe into tule
Kelly Lyons
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cold smoke of tule
as far as the small eye sees.
I have grown older.
Samaine Lockwood
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Morning scrape, scrape, scrape:
car, grass, rosebush alike silver.
Frost fallen from fog.
Amy Boyer
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high clouds or low ones
it’s all the same grey seeping
into my pea coat
Jake Mann
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Even in Putatoi,
tule fog damp in my hair
I long for Putatoi.
Maria Melendez
Let strangers complain
Of our misty mystery:
Tule fog defines us!
Maria Melendez
full moon night--bright seed
drops wide rings of light into
the clouds of our dreams
Sarah Motley
one hour before dawn
ghost tule slips toward the earth.
darkness cannot see.
Samaine Lockwood
clear sky to horizon
acorns crack under bike tires
absent tule fog, missing mystery
Christy Brigham
Serpentine Haiku
By Peter Moyle
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I.
Under the walnut tree
A rattlesnake crawls away
From serpentine talk.
II.
Serpentine, ophiolite
Make no difference to snakes
Even if they slither.
III.
Black trunked blue oaks
Avoid ultramafic serpentine:
Tree osteoporosis.
IV.
Red and green serpentine
Keep out alien invaders--
Except ORVs.
V.
Prickly dry goat grass
Sinister invader from Greece:
We will rip you out!
VI.
Serpentine ghost pine:
You are not as indifferent
As you lead us to think.
VII.
White flowered tarweed:
Are you a star thistle refugee
Or just indifferent?
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VIII.
Are monkey flowers proud
Of their endemic status
Or grow, regardless?
IX.
Serpentine sunflower!
Helianthus exilis!
Glory in exile!
X.
In serpentine seeps
Among hardened tire ruts:
Frogs, snails, and sunflowers!
XI.
Beady-eyes turtle:
I am amazed to find you
Living among seeps.
XII.
Turning over rocks
In a serpentine trickle
I find ancient stoneflies!
XIII.
Tiny purple vineweed
I am sorry I stepped on you:
Life is hard enough.
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