summer late afternoon

rengo - tankas

the fog's rolling in --

long wispy ragged fingers

creeping up the shore --

the sailboats turn into ghosts

on the blue bay -- clouds of fog

piled like silver mounds

of whipped cream on Del Monte

hills -- bet it's pea soup

in PG as the tourists

snarf up sweatshirts in Carmel.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This was a lovely summer evening walk in your wonderful world of poetry enchantment...Thank you for sharing...:)