Fog wisping through the Douglas firs
Rain dripping from the wind-whipped boughs
Crisp and cold fresh autumn air
The smell of spruce and dampened earth.
An ocean vista filled with fog
Like a misty edge of the world
Only the ceaseless distant roar
Betrays the presence of the waves.
Fog increases the distances
Close Sitka spruce seem faraway
The trees merge into soft pale mist
Gray rain pours from an ashen sky.
A forest on the ocean cliffs
Blown with wild wind and lashing rain
The stark truth of towering trees
The beauty of an autumn storm.