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The Putah-Cache Bioregion Project:

Tule Fog and Other Haiku

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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 Boyer

Woodsmoke from fireplaces
and steam heaving from laundry vents
make tule illusions
Dan Leroy

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 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

I need to hurry
While driving I-80 but
Tule fog says, "Whoa!"
Jean Jackman

 
 
pulled down by the roots
the ghost sinews of tule
obscure where I stand
Samaine Lockwood

How far...those brake lights?
Faint red, Damn! Getting TOO CLOSE!
Canít see!...Screech... "Oh, SHIT!"
Rob Thayer

 
 
When fog covers Davis
I watch it drip out my window
and go back to my book.
Peter Moyle

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

 
 
Morning: gray damp air,
dry grass; noon: sun, shorts, shirtsleeves;
Winter or summer?
Amy Boyer

God, which way is up?
Where is north, south, east and west?
Mostly, where is "out"?
Rob Thayer

 
 

seamless flat and gray
dreams for the apoplectic
brain falling softly
Charles Efferson

No blizzards or snow
No Santa Anas or Chinooks
Only tule fog...
So who's complaining?
Maria Melendez

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

circle then circle
again as with the fogged geese
who swam with eyes shut
Charles Efferson

There are flocks of robins
eating my orange persimmons:
double bright in the fog
Peter Moyle

Is a gray blanket
That muffles the frantic world
Really all that bad?
Peter Moyle

Cold in tule fog,
I warm thinking of madtoms,
mooneyes, and darters.
Peter Moyle

Creek Tule fogged-out
In the gray breath of winter
Red Tail shriek piercing
Dan Leroy

Penetrating even
The cold fog of the valley:
bell call of varied thrush
Peter Moyle

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

distinguishing come
from go in this goddamned fog
breathe into tule
Kelly Lyons

 
 
cold smoke of tule
as far as the small eye sees.
I have grown older.
Samaine Lockwood

Morning scrape, scrape, scrape:
car, grass, rosebush alike silver.
Frost fallen from fog.
Amy Boyer

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

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

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?

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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