Yews In Fog

Wonderful fog today, in the local park and elsewhere. I actually caught that lovely bass note too, the one in this poem. Have always loved the shapes these yews make: sculptural slightly tipsy, flamelike, anchored black-green clouds, or the backs of devil-masked boys' heads.

Rest of the day is fogged out though, as I am presently over two weeks into the future, back-blipping.