Unusual shivering on a warm
and mild morning, braving the
thick foggy air while crows are squawking.
Searching for mountains, streams and
rivers, or playgrounds and pools
with someone there.
The bright sun now pushing the
clouds out of the way and me
reaching the green rolling hills
and fruit orchards farther
than I can see.
The journey continues as
I meet with dusk seeping
in the sweetness of pines,
firs, and spruces encompassing
an urban landscape.
Nighttime is here and safe,
now the aroma of chimney smoke
parodoxically freshens
the calm dark draft.
Returning to the light of day
and hearing the bluebirds
chirping away.