driving to the desert
we passed through clouds
sitting in valleys.
the fog was sometimes all around,
and sometimes beneath.
at times around bends,
the fog would dress over the lake
like a puffy white
shawl covering the shoulders
of a morning’s sunrise landscape.
frost glittered the land
from last night’s sky quaff,
while today some cows dot the hills
with their little calfs, eating and drinking
from one rumination.
hills meander, continuous and unbroken,
green and recent is