Mount Tam is a beautiful woman.
Sodden cloak shrugged, pooled and still
isolates islands adrift in the mist
accentuates curves that thrill.
Luminescent fish-scale clouds
brightly paint the sky
sunlight's warmth, tangible hope
pulse electric blue on white.
Sweeps of birds flash billowing
like sheets hung out in spring.
Syncopated dance whips wild
waves black then silvered wings.
Miles of mud flats roll away
flecked white with herons' grace,
splashed golden here and there with sun
to reach San Pablo Bay.
In the east, Diablo rises
gazing west each day,
as lovely Tamalpais
lets her fog just slip away.
poem & photo © 2014