Fog Over The Snohomish: A Haiku

Fog on the river

As I cross the Snohomish

How much of it smoke?


With all the smoke in Seattle’s air, I wonder the breakdown with the fog lingering over the Snohomish river this morning.

With this, there was mist on my car window. That, mixed with river fog are signs of impending autumn. As teachers move into their rooms, seasons are changing.

The train’s horn carries

The train’s horn carries

Upon the suburban calm

Miles from the shore

I often hear the train’s whistle miles away from the Edmonds shore. A few miles, up the hill, from Puget Sound. It actually delights me. Well, at times the intense quiet unnerves me. At my core, I’m an urbanite.